okay. my time recently spent in retail may best be described as a career digression. but wow. do i get a bird's eye view of the public. all shapes. sizes. demeanors. sexual preferences. but i digress...
tonight it was literally christmas in july. bizzy. people were declaring independence from a friday of work with a selection of summer reads. some paperback. some porn.
it was tonight i saw what seemed to be a parade of women. with moustaches. God bless the ones that tried out the tried & true sally hansen bleach. or those that just go all madonna au natural [i'd hate to see 'em in a tank top] and maybe a few like me are good at masking those moustaches [it's in my genes, along with these bushy not-quite brooke shields eyebrows] with wax.
but it's time for me to come clean about my momstache. tom tried to make fun of my bushy [not to be confused with republican] upper lip. but i'm not to proud to say it. i shave it. with an electric razor. tom's, at that. wow. what a win-win marriage we have where hygeine is concerned.
so from hair, i mean here, on out - let it be known that the battle with the momstache has been fought, but not necessarily been claimed a victory.
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