Ok, serious disclaimer needed, I know. First of all, it's summer. Second, it's the Benincosa Family Reunion, and us group of close cousins like to have a good time. We like to live it up. We like to throw something at our parents and our grandma every year that's maybe just a little different.
This year, it was a set of fake stick on moustaches. Each moustache had it's own name. there was The Hollywood, The Sheriff (the one I am sporting), the Grandpa, the Bruiser, the Toothbrush, the Handlebar (aka, the Hulk Hogan) and a few select others. We also used some of them for eyebrows and unibrows as the evenings wore on.
Honestly, there is really no comment you could make on this post, so I am just putting it out there to rub it in Val Jr's face that he missed the greatest reunion EVER!!
So, if any of you are on the planning committee of your next reunion, you're having a book club meeting soon, or you just want to spice up a regular Monday night dinner with your spouse, I can't recommend these staches highly enough. Just sitting across the table from someone sporting The Hollywood is enough to laugh until milk comes out of your nose.
So much for all my deep posts lately? eh?
Gina looks like she is embracing Fascism here, the power of the stache went to her head rather quickly.
I'm sporting The Sheriff...no one would dare shoot such a stache.
Granny was the best sport of them all as we made her wear The Hollywood throughout dinner yesterday.
There was even a red one just for ruby haired Tracey
We forced the younger generations to join us.
Dearest Ashley, the buyer of the staches.
Hollie and Ash...