Movember? Is that like move to the groove?
Well, I’m sure you can move to the groove all you’d like, but, no.
But if you do, I bet you look fabulous!
Movember is this event originating in Australia that I have never, ever heard of before this week, but that I am embracing with both hands and a big ‘stache.
Are you confused? Would you like some explanation?
I’m not going to give you one.
However, I WILL say that if you’re dying to have some kind of clue before telling me I’m an idiot, you need to go here and all of your questions will be answered.
Yes, all of your questions. You can ask Gnomer any question, and he will have an answer for you. AN answer.
Wait, you wanted a right answer? Geez, what do you want fer nuthin’… a rubber biscuit?
Those of us that are Feral are at least part cat, so is it mean of me not to satisfy your curiosity myself?
Yes, of course it is. I’m part cat, I like toying with people.
Getting back to Movember, now that you’re on board with the concept and all of your questions have been answered, I want you to know that I am throwing all of my support behind Team “Gnomes Get The Blues Too!”
Normally, I walk around completely clean shaven. That wasn’t always the case, though, as my wedding picture clearly proves.
I have to walk around clean shaven now, because the last time I grew facial hair, well, I attracted a supermodel who demanded to marry me. After we were married, she forced me to shave it all off, because she knew that other supermodels would continue to throw themselves at me if I didn’t.
It’s not that she was jealous, you understand. She just didn’t want my ego to get any bigger than it already was. :)
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
So, anyway, I’m clean shaven now and have been for years. But it’s Movember, and while I’ve never heard of it before, I care about my good buddy Gnomer, and I’m a gonna support him in his endeavors!
That means I am going to grow a moustache this month.
Or at least, I announced Saturday night that I was intending to support Gnomer and allow my facial hair to grow unfettered.
To which, Cassie replied, “No you’re not.”
I stood fast. I was adamant. I was going to grow a face full of ‘stache.
And this ain’t an idle statement, because my Bear-like nature is so powerful that if I don’t take a machete to my face every day, by the end of the weekend I start getting calls from ZZ Top asking me if I can play backup guitar on their next tour.
So Cassie resorted to reason.
She bribed me.
Seeing I was determined to show my support for Gnomer and Movember, she told me that if I DON’T grow my facial hair out, she’ll let me donate money to Gnomer’s Team. Also, she reminded me that I have to sleep sometime… and she has scissors.
Hey, whatever works, right?
And I call it reason… because extortion is such an ugly word.
Go thee and see the awesome of a brave Gnome!