To recap:
1) Matthew is ridiculous.
2) Did I say ridiculous? I meant horrifying.
3) Did I say horrifying? I meant totally skeezy.
I think he believed that the new mustache might give him the added testosterone boost of this guy:
I was worried that if I gave him an inch, he’d show up tomorrow in short shorts and a tank top. I put my foot down. On his neck. And removed the offending mustache and any dreams of brute manliness he might have had.
It worked. Now he’s back to washing dishes, doing the laundry, and looking after babies like he’s supposed to.
That’s my kind of man.






John’s mother was the only one that liked this look…
And being upstaged…how precious is August?! Oh my…
You mean you wouldn’t want Tom Sellack running around doing your dishes, laundry, diapers, and whatever else might come up?
Hmm. You make a good point, John. Next time you see me, I’ll be with Tom. Hopefully not pregnant again, though.
Technically, it would be Higgins running around doing your dishes, laundry, diapers, running stealth like a ninja. What? I’m an 80’s geek.
Matthew was rockin’ the Magnum PI look.
I cannot tell you how relieved I am…