It's the time of year that thousands of women dread, and this year I count myself among their number for the very first time.
The husband is registering for Movember.
I'm trying to convince him to go for a Chopper Read mo, but the enthusiastic wee soul is leaning towards full on handle-bars.
The whole thing is ...
I can't even talk about it.
I shall post pics of the hairy monster and his soup strainer later in the month, providing he doesn't wuss out and shave it off (or I don't wuss out and make him).
No comments:
Post a Comment