Movember madness

Okay here we go. Movember. The month of the great unshaved. Thirty days of failing to recognise your loved ones because they are all now sporting The Trucker, The Connoisseur or (shame) The Wisp. And yet, it's for a good cause in the end, so we shall smile and pat our boyfriends and brothers on the back while they wear their primary male sexual characteristics with pride.

Boyfriend, who has been cultivating a rather impressive beard of late (tell anyone I said that and I'll deny it), Whatsapped me the following last night:

I have no more power. The beard is gone. I am cleanly shaven. 

The rules of Movember are clear. Now for the 'tache...

And so, since I am lacking in the chin fuzz department myself, I've joined Le Boyfriend and his posse's Movember team (support us here please please please). Also, herewith, please find my graphical support for Movember Madness:

Who are you going to be, man?

I'm seriously looking into where I can find one of these mus-tutus...