Troubles With the Fuzz

At the start of the month, a colleague and friend importuned me to join him in accepting citizenship in the Republic of Movember. Since then, I have been dutifully trying to coax a little life out of the sterile turf between my nose and my upper lip, muttering to myself the while, “dignity, always dignity.”

So today another colleague sends me this.

Perhaps I have been muttering more loudly than I was aware.