Look What the Cat Dragged In...

The Captain is back!


After about 48 hours of travel and delays, he got home and immediately dropped unconscious into bed. And I had to seriously hold myself back from taking a pair of scissors to those horrific handlebars...

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Debra She Who Seeks said…
Before you get the scissors out, just let me say: "Nice 'stache!"
December 14, 2013 at 1:42 PM
Judy@judyfriendphotography.com said…
Maybe when he awakes he will come to his senses....maybe!
December 14, 2013 at 5:00 PM
Tricky Nag said…
He does know Movember is over, right?
But I bet it's awesome to have him home.
December 14, 2013 at 11:12 PM
Frostbite and Sunburn said…
Yay, he's home safe and sound. Taches can be attcked later!
December 14, 2013 at 11:31 PM
Glenda said…
Trust me, you will get your chance with those handle bars! I'm so glad he made it home safe and sound and in time for Christmas! Nerry Christmas to you all!
December 15, 2013 at 2:33 AM
Unknown said…
Hurray! Glad to see that he's home! :)
December 17, 2013 at 9:20 AM
Dimple said…
Glad he's home, mustache and all.
Merry Christmas!
December 20, 2013 at 3:13 PM
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