Respect the 'stache

Now, the only ones sportin' mustaches (and yes, you can spell it that way or the original, ever popular way moustache - both are correct, I looked it up!) these days are Mexicans and cops. Well, that is just not right - although unless you really have a good mustache you just look like a child molester (and yes, I should know!) To honor the glorious caterpillar upon the face, I decided to have a Mustache Party..... or 'stache bash. And since Halloween was coming up, we combined the two and partied it up.

I gave the men in the family plenty of advanced notice (seriously, they would need six months to grow even a sparse mustache) but they all whined and ended up shaving what little hair there was off before the party even began. It was still fun....

Here are some pictures...

We did a little pumpkin/mustache bowling....


Donut eating contest (and I should have won, but Chris has always had the bigger mouth!)

And we ate yummy (do-it-yourself) calzones on mustache plates - seriously, I'm so freakin' crafty!!! (Erin also has some other pictures, so check her out as well).