Yesterday I got my first experience riding in a C-130.  Granted, we didn’t take off, but I did sit in the thing for three hours sweating my nuts off waiting to do, well, anything.

I’m already ready for Mustache March to be over.  I’ve decided in order to win the Worst Mustache category, you have to beat mine.  It’s God-awful.  Some of the hairs point up.  If my wife were here and I kept growing this thing, we’d be talking to lawyers.  When I take pics at the end of the month, y’all will be embarrassed for me.  After this is over, I’m going to Nair my upper lip so I never have to be reminded of this horror again.

Ok, that’s not fair.  I won’t enter my own contest.  But it’s really bad.

See y’all Monday (and perhaps if you check the site on Sunday you’ll find a little sumtin’ sumtin’)!

-Farva