The other day I asked CJ where & what type of birthday party he wanted. To which his response in a mighty voice was,
"I want a Mustachio Bashio! Everyone will wear mustaches as we do a bar crawl through Pearl River."
I replied, "Then a Mustachio Bashio it shall be." I've never gotten funnier looks from a Party City cashier buying 50 mustaches in January. She gave me that look of, "Please for the love of God DON'T tell me why your buying these..." so I kept my mouth shut, paid, and quickly ran through the door. As I looked at these silly mustaches sitting in the car next to me I smiled & laughed. Oh CJ...what am I going to do with you? =P