flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
In a related note, that’s totally my great-grandpa’s mustache.
Although I think Uncle Joe may have upstaged him with the ‘stache/eyebrow combination. Not actually my uncle I don’t think, probably some sort of cousin, but I don’t keep track of specific relationships well.
And then there’s my great-uncle Abe, who takes them all down on sheer adorableness.
Also, my mom is cute like a button. Anyway, clearly all the older men in my family rock some epic facial hair. Can’t wait to see how my brother ages — right now he has mutton chops. What was I talking about again? I got distracted by Abe’s pinchable cheeks.