The days for mustachery are growing as short as the daylight. I have been pretty proud of the progress so far, I even found that I had a bit of food stuck in it the other day. That has to count for some type of progress. 

The best part of being too old for b-school is the astonished looks you get from the undergrad population. Looks like, "Is that a Mo stache or does he always have it?" or "Is that a lampshade or a painters brush?"

We are nearly finished with Movember and there are some seriously creepy staches here in Boulder.  I thought I had a pretty sweet 70's TransAm stache going but James stepped up with this serious horseshoe/asskicker.  Either way, we were both wearing flannel and this being Colorado, I think both of us look the part of genuine frontiersmen.   

It is well through Movember and I see many on the fence with their Mo's. They may have been clean shaven on November 1st but are "growing a beard" to avoid the scrutiny and social awkwardness that comes along with a 'stache in mid-growth.  Perhaps their spouse protested a month of upper lip fringe or they are worried that the cute girl at the coffee shop they have been flirting with will look at them in disgust.

I say you are sissies.

Get ahold of yourself men! You have a few days left to fully enjoy the freedom that comes with having a ridiculous mustache and not giving a shit.  But if you still need a little motivation to remind you of your manhood, Ron Swanson has a few tips for you.