He shaved his beard off on Sunday, so that is when this creep-fest started. I wouldn't even let him come to church with me. Well, Monday he went to work looking like this and got a good laugh out of everyone there, along with many comments on how he looked like a creep. So, when he got home on Monday he decided he couldn't keep it any longer, he couldn't even look in the mirror without laughing.
So while I took Cali to gymnastics he decided to shave it. Oh but wait, he decided to shave it into a Hitler mustache. Now this was supposed to be for my eyes only. I would come home in an hour, we would have a good laugh, and he would shave it! Little did he know some friends from the ward were stopping by to drop something off to me. Well, to top it all off he forgot about the mustache, so he sat and chatted with my friend and her husband for about ten minutes before they went on there way. No explanation or apology for his "HITLER MUSTACHE." So I spent the next day and a half trying to get a hold of her to explain that my husband is not a creep.