Staches of Love

I can safely say that I have not burned the house down, have not picked up any dog poop, binge watched Downton, Mad Men, The New Normal, and have killed a total of two bugs by myself.

That’s a success in my book.

Last month, I sent Joe his first Box of Love, which I truly enjoyed making. Within two weeks, the sweet hubby asked me to send him more snacks accompanied with a photo of his empty container of almonds.

Talk about break my heart! My poor baby without his snacks. I can hear you rolling your eyes through the computer, but my husband is very serious about his snacks.

This month I did something a little different. We have a fabulous Whole Foods here that I adore. I can stay in there for hours because it makes me giddy with hippy happiness just to be there. Off I went to my happy place to stock up on bulk dried fruit, nuts, trail mixes, and these nummy animal crackers that are to die for. This was a way better idea than buying the packaged version of stuff because you cut down on price AND bulky packaging. This freed up a good amount of space in my flat rate box which was filled with:

• Pumpkin Spice Flax Bars (fancy messy granola bars haha)
• Cinnamon almonds
• Two in one washer/dryer sheets. Apparently my hubs laundry get’s “boiled” like a lobster.
• A Glaide smell good thing. Not too overpowering for the pod, but good enough to take some sweaty man stank out of there.
• Mustache Magnets
• The cutest little book called, “Me Without You”
• Cookies
• Sunflower Seeds
• A calender
• Nesquik
• Toe nail clipper
• Gum
• Love notes from me and the fuzzy kiddos.

This box-o-love had a very particular theme that is an acquired taste for most military wives.

The mustache.

Oh how we loath Mustache March when the boys are home. But I think we hate it even more when they are deployed because every time we Face Time, Skype, or see a picture of them for 6+ months, there it is. On their faces. Taunting us. Begging to be waxed  shaved off. This look is seriously not flattering on any one of husbands. And even if it is, we won’t ever admit it because it gives up the willies to look at.

There are many kinds of mustaches. My husband has a gross blonde bushy version that makes me think of the broom dog things in Alice in Wonderland.

Do you see the resemblance? Yipes.

In honor of your furry friend attached to your upper lip, I give you, Staches of Love.

As you can see, Darwin really wanted to give up his ball. I convinced him the “thought” was just as nice, and we decided on a picture instead 😉

Oh! Also…I put Joe’s Birch Box in there for the month of April! 🙂 My boy needs some feel good goodies even in the desert!

There ya have it folks. I may hate that bristly looking thing on his upper lip, but somehow it’s much more adorable when it’s curled up into a big old smile.