Mustache March...

At the Rose household we run on our own time (Rose Standard Time)...which means we are usually late. I've tried everything to overcome this habit.  I've gotten up earlier, I've set our clocks ten minutes ahead, I've set multiple alarms on my phone.  Nothing seems to do the trick. This Sunday though; was going to be different.  We were going to be on time! I set out Lydia's church outfit the night before. I had my outfit planned out in my head, and my primary lesson materials were all set out on the table packed and ready to go. The next morning we were up and moving at 7:00.  We got the roast the potatoes in the oven.  Lydia was dressed, fed, and taking a nap. Then  I looked at the clock, 8:00. Yes! We are going to make it!  Brian hopped in the shower while I finished getting dinner ready. I was packing up the diaper bag as I glanced at the clock again. 8:40  Brian was still in the bathroom!  "Brian!" I hollered, "It's a quarter to.  We have got to go!"

"Ok, almost done!" He says.  Almost done?  Brian doesn't even put gel in his hair.  What could he possibly be doing?  So, I walk into the bathroom to nag him some more.  He was standing in front of the mirror.  He turned around slowly, and I saw it.  To my horror I saw...

Brain's Stache: Tom

The Inspiration for the name however, Brian's Stache looks NOTHING like this.

I had forgotten that it was my least favorite time of year.  March, Mustache March. 
"Oh no you didn't," I say.  Brian was busting up.  "I will not sit by you in church with that creeper mustache on your face." I say.  Brian still laughing.  "Seriously, your mustache is so bad!  You look terrible. Shave it now."
"Why?" he says, "Mustache March is a month of freedom.  It's a month where all men can have mustaches and not be labeled as creepers." Not kidding he really, truly, seriously said this!

So the bickering began.

"Shave it."
" Why?"
 '"It's ugly."
" No it's not."
" Yes it is!"
"It's funny! I'm keeping it."
"Brian!!" I exclaim in exasperation.

 You get the idea.
Finally, the bickering turned to bargaining.

"I'll do anything Brian, just shave it off."
"Anything? Mmmm..."
This is what it took to get Brian to shave Tom Selleck: Chocolate Chip cookies once a week for a month, Boys night to a concert, no diapers for a week, and nag free video game time.

 Is it worth it you might ask?  Well, I may have my doubts as this month progresses, but all I have to do it look at this picture and I am reminded of how terrible Tom the mustache really looks.

So, about thirty-plus minutes later we sauntered into church, and took our usual seats outside of the chapel on the couches.  I gladly sat by my mustache free husband; thinking I'd won.  Sadly, Mustache March is still upon us, and he is having second thoughts. So I ask, Do you think he should stay clean shaven, or grow back Tom?  Suggestions are appreciated.

Tom?

 Or No Tom? (He is sad in this pic since he shaved Tom)