Embrace the Chinchilla

I have refrained from blogging about this. But it has been going on for almost three weeks now.

It's about the Captain.

He has....

....a moustache.

:/

I am not a fan.

We have named it.

We call it

The Chinchilla.

It looks like a small furry animal.

It's bushy.

Ala Tom Selleck.

He strokes it, and combs it, and trims it.

He chases me around the kitchen screaming, "Embrace The Chinchilla!"

He says it's..."Majestic."

I say it's.....time for it to go.

I have made slight threats to shave it during his sleep.

Or shave half of it.

Or maybe I could use some Nair.

And then it could just slide off his face onto his pillow while he rests in peaceful slumber.

*snicker*

But I really can't go through with that.

I learned my lesson a few years ago with the whole painted toenails thing. Remember the Great Toe Debate?

So I guess I just get used to it.

I will not accept The Chinchilla.

I will just choose to co-exist with it.

Erg.