JW has been growing out his beard since the end of November, all the while promising to shave it into a mustache for my birthday. I told him that I’d rather he have awesome mutton chops like he had when me met. I love mutton chops a la Dave Grohl from the 90s/2000s. Side note: Dave Grohl also happens to be my famous person boyfriend. Anyway, JW still wanted to do the ‘stache so we came up with a compromise: both. My birthday is Thursday. So yesterday I came home (incredibly angry because of the stupid backwards steps Ohio forces you to take when getting your driver’s license) and was greeted at the door with a beer and the mustache and chops to end all mustaches and chops. Get ready for extreme facial hair envy, men:
Happy birthday, me.