Respect the Stache

So Sunday was Christine's birthday and legend has it that when Christine was born my dad bought cowboy boots, a sports car, and grew a mustache. Since her birthday and father's day fell together we felt it only appropriate to celebrate the birth of the mustache as well. All the boys who could grew mustaches and all of the girls put on fake mustaches. We secretly put them on and I made a mustache cake that said "respect the stache. Happy Father's Day." We put it on my dad's plate and we all had our heads down when he walked in. Of course he saw me first because I was cracking up. Oh it was so funny.