Fire on the Sun
That’s part of the question my kid (Travis) asked of Laura the other day.
“Mommy, is there fire on the sun?”
I don’t know about you, but that sounds like the greatest name for an album ever. If only I could, you know, play an instrument, write songs…that kind of thing.
Well, that random Travis-ism isn’t the reason I’m wasting words on a new blog post tonight. Nay. Instead, I wanted to let you know about a contest my fire department is running this month. This is one for the books, y’all.
We’re having a MUSTACHE GROWING CONTEST!
Yes. You’ve read that right. For the entire month of August, myself and a handful of other fellas at the FD flaunting facial folicles will be fighting for the coveted title: WORST MUSTACHE EVER.
Now, you might ask: Why not a beard, TKT? Why stop at a lip carpet?
Well, it’s this simple. As a fire fighter, I’m not allowed to grow a beard, especially if I hope to battle blazes. You see, the SCBA mask we wear to break oxygen won’t seal over a sweatered jaw. Them’s the brakes. But a mustache?
Of course, any of my fellow blogging peeps in blogging land are more than welcome, nay…ENCOURAGED to participate. Heck, this could be this seasons Nerdery Week…er, month. You know what I mean.
So, to kick things off, here’s picture of my pathetic DAY 1 growth: