'Stache

As I was primping in the mirror the other morning, I discovered that I reached my first milestone on the path to "middle aging."

I had the beginnings of a mustache.

In fairness to myself, all women have a little bit of facial hair. I'm at a disadvantage because I have very fair skin, dark hair, and Norwegian ancestry, so I'm genetically screwed as far as visually appealing hair goes.

Still, literally coming face to face with signs of aging wasn't a pleasant experience. I've become a little paranoid that I'm going to wake up one day and have a mustache that rivals that of a 70's anchorman, or perhaps the Pringle's Chip Man.