Note to Self

Never, ever again imply that Dave, in spite of his hairless heritage, cannot grow a mustache as it yields highly undesirable results.  There's something on his lip. I'm just not sure what it is.  I guess it all depends on how loosely you define the term "mustache".  Last night as he was thoughtfully stroking his upper lip in an attempt to draw attention to his "mustache" I thought I noticed he was growing a soul-patch as well.  Turns out it was dirt. One thing's for sure and that is that he is not letting this thing go anytime soon.  I'm about to have to start doing that thing where you look directly into a person's eyes so as to avoid looking at something unfortunate on their face.  And then worry that your eye is inadvertently wandering to the offending feature in the same way that it can't avoid looking at a trainwreck.  This thing is presently categorized as mildly disturbing but it's got legs. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. In the future, just say nothing. Nothing at all. About anything.  Ever. Except, "Yes,Dave, you are big, hairy beast and nothing has yet been invented that you cannot fix with a paper clip and sheer might".