Well, we were in Saint George, Brad decided to be "funny" and shave a full foo man choo - how do you even spell that kind of mustache? It was pretty hilarious and oddly gross at the same time!
We happened to be at the St. George Art Festival where there was face painting - side note - if those face painters were artists, watch out! YIKES! They really struggled with symmetry.
The boys all wanted to get mustaches like uncle Brad so they did. Then as we were leaving Tara and I decided to go back to the family with matching mustaches as well. It was quite liberating really, I felt powerful and, well, itchy! While standing in line for a scone I even got to "pet" a real mustache of a local cowboy - he offered it, insisted really and got really close to my face, so to avoid having to touch him with my own face I meekly put out a finger and gently caressed his mustache -
not my preference.
He was a senior citizen, but I think he enjoyed it, well at least Tara did as she looked on! Probably horrified at her brazen sister-in-law!