Today we had our start of the month shave event in the corporate learning center and I had to shave off the mustache I grew to be Commander Chris Hadfield for Halloween. There was more there than I expected. It took an effort. Not nearly as much as Ron, who seemed a bit manic about shaving off his mustache for the first time since he was 18.
I can't go with the same theme two years in a row, and the Hadfield was sort of a Magnum PI (Selleck) and made me look like a porn star, so instead I'm going with a Reynolds. A bit longer on the ends so it rolls around the corners of the mouth, tapered, and squared off just a bit on the sides. Once again, I'm short the hair necessary to pull it off (on my head), but I'll make a best attempt, and I can throw a black jacket over my shoulder if it adds a bit of misdirection. I think we shave just before Thanksgiving, so it's going to be a very short growing season.
