Finally, it is December. That's a good thing, That's a damn good thing. You know why?! Cos that means that Movember is over... Movember, what a conundrum... on the one hand it's good because there's loads of men around the city sporting porno handle bar moustache's - which is fine from a distance, it's very very bad however when you have a husband who has a moustache, and you actually have a deep seated fear and hatred of moustaches.
I couldn't tell you where my hatred of moustaches comes from but i've had it my whole life- when I was a child I not only hated moustaches, I was also deathly afraid of them. If I saw a man on the street with a moustache I would burst into tears. Imagine the state I was in when my parents tried to use aversion therapy on me and had a man with a moustache baby sit me for the night. I have never been so terrified in my whole life. I fucking hated moustaches. I hid in a cupboard and cried the whole night, terrified to close my eyes in case he killed me in my sleep.
So for the past month I have been kinda wanting to smash Mark in the face. Luckily now it is December and my need to commit violent acts against him has diminished.. slightly.