The Power of Mustachio
So back in December we went on this crazy trip to Colorado. You know about that. What you didn’t know is that me and my nephews (and that’s all- Sis is the only chick in the Vinton side) found a sweet stash of fake mustachios that my Dad’s work pals had given him when he went from a man of beefy Burt Reynolds/Tom Selleck persuasion to a man of upper-lipped nudity.
Seeing as how an Uncle is supposed to instill mischief and disregard to personal property in impressionable young nephews (and son), we tore into that ‘stache stash and came out winners and family icons.
In the mean time, my brother-in-law doused us with old-timey Photoshop awesomeness– where we went from burly to straight-up dangerous.
