Can you believe Movember is nearly over?  Next week, we will all look back over the vast chasm of time that separates us today from our lives before the Mo.  

 

This Mo, now reaching the end of it's natural life, will soon be welcoming the razor of death.  It's the only dignified way to go.  Not with a bang, not with a whimper, but with a slow and mournful scrape.  I hope you will all remember him as I do:  Friend, companion, confidant.

 

Until that day, I say let's celebrate the good times.  Gentlemen, get your waxing fingers warmed up because it's going to be a crazy weekend.