Porn Star...

Some times a guy needs a change of pace.  What?  No, I'm not looking for another "fun summer job."  😏

This is before...

And after...

OK, against that blank wall, it looks more like a mug shot than a head shot for a porn star.  Porn star?  That was Joan's description of the look with the mustache.  Pretty sure it wasn't meant as a compliment.  I don't know, the whole mustache thing seems to work for Tom Selleck.  No, I don't look anything like Tom Selleck.  Thanks for noticing.

I knew it was a concern when Rufus eyed me with a questioning look on his face.

I told Joan I was considering leaving just a jazz dot.  What's a jazz dot?  Thanks for asking - it is that little tuft of hair, in the middle, right under your lower lip.  I figured she be relieved that I didn't go with a jazz dot... "Well, that would be better than... no, nevermind.  You like fine.  Really."

I may try this for a day, then scrape it off.  Rufus is laying right behind me on the top of my chair as I write this, so I guess he's OK with it.

Hair is a funny thing.  It comes and goes.  On most of us guys of a certain age, it just goes.  Or, moves to different areas.  What if I told you it wasn't a mustache, but a "comb over" of my nose hair?  That doesn't make it better?  OK, nevermind.


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Out for a late lunch.  Yes, another gray, drizzly day.  We were both feeling like pizza... which, in keeping with this thread reminds me of an old Cheech and Chong routine... "Here's the pizza, and here's..."

When we got back, I took Rufus outside while I checked on the boat.  He came down the stairs on our deck, just to look around.  I scooted him back up the stairs.  When I looked away, he ran back down the stairs.  I don't think he'd run off, but he has gotten braver about looking around here.  Yep, back up the stairs.  I tried to herd him into the house, and he ducked under the patio table, which is covered, thanks to the weather...

"Where's Rufus?"  ;-)

"Here I am!"

Yes, he has a sense of humor.