Small, but visible blip of a scar on the upper lip. Proof.
So much clutter, need to have a good throw-away.
D doing the cooking. My favorite meal is one not cooked by me. He's got a good apron, that we got free when we sent a note to a marinade company whose brand we liked, and they sent us a coupon, and a nice black barbecue-type apron. He tolerates my photo taking better than Moby.
Came across this on Wiki, about the Olympic swimmer, Mark Spitz.
In an era when other swimmers, male and female, were shaving body hair, he swam with a mustache. ... "I grew the mustache because a coach in college said I couldn't grow one." Spitz said he originally grew the mustache as a form of rebellion against the clean-cut look imposed on him in college. ... Spitz ... decided the mustache was a "good-luck piece."
... "When I went to the Olympics, I had every intention of shaving the mustache off, but I realized I was getting so many comments about it—and everybody was talking about it—that I decided to keep it. I had some fun with a Russian coach who asked me if my mustache slowed me down. I said, 'No, as a matter of fact, it deflects water away from my mouth, allows my rear end to rise and make me bullet-shaped in the water, and that's what had allowed me to swim so great.' He's translating as fast as he can for the other coaches, and the following year every Russian male swimmer had a mustache."
Since I've got this humor theme going on.