*Mustache March?

Mustache March has turned into Molestache and Mammoth March at our house.
  Logan has been growing his stache for months and there still isn't much too it. Well, there wasn't, until he used just for men on it. Now, there is a little bit more to it, and it's gross. Pictures coming soon.
 Mammoth March is my own fault and I hope that in taking on this adventure, that I have zero regrets. My sister Abby has made the girls an appointment to get a good ol' waxing before we head to Hawaii. I've never done such a thing and I'm scared to death. I've shaved a good solid 96% of the time since I started shaving. I shave every day. I've missed a day or two while camping and such but I don't miss a day when I'm home, no excuses. I'll be 20 minutes late for work before I skip shaving. You can only imagine how long the last two weeks have been for me. I'm completely grossed out by the amount of hair on my legs but, if I can spend 15 more minutes a day on the beach with the grandkids instead of in the shower shaving, I'm all over it.
Only 5 more days before I can kiss it all goodbye.
Colby is okay with all of it but he refuses to talk about it. The only person more grossed out than me? My Mom, I forced her to touch my legs last week and she cringed.