Cowboy and Indian

This time, both sides win. We all do, actually. We started with 80’s sweaters and matching gold chains last year. Mustache-mania 2012 brought the Wild West to the Reservation. Nothing is more awesome than a thick and robust nose mullet. Nothing says high class better than a brass horse-head bolo tie. Bright red hair and hippie beads…well, that’s typical for Melody. Everything works for her.

For as much fun as we had, we learned a few lessons: 

1)  The Wal-Mart photo studios – like the lady who botched Jerry Seinfeld’s car rental – have no idea what it means to hold a reservation (different one than above). They nailed the part where they told us what time the photoshoot began. They failed the part where they made us wait for an hour. I guess one out of two isn't bad. 

2)  Waiting at Wal-Mart for an hour stinks. It's worse, though, when you have pneumonia. Just ask Melody.

3)  Once you give in and admit (to yourself, and most importantly to your photographer) that your goal is to be totally ridiculous, the fun begins. Lights get dimmed, props appear out of thin air, smiles widen. Magic happens!

4)  Real cowboys don't smile. 

5)  Always carry a mustache comb. What else is supposed to go in your shirt pocket?

6) Sepia-tone, photo collages and my mustache have one thing in common: awesomeness.

After circulating this around the office and Internets, I was glad to learn that I have two more to display. This first one is great, in that she looks peacefully adorable, and I look like I've got some not-so-great thoughts bouncing around in my head. And we're in prom pose...

This final one is a result of what happens when you circulate a funny picture to your boss, who happens to be the creative director of an advertising department. I'm told this was a two stage process, in which it was first asked what we were looking at. In an attempt to out-creep the copywriter in the upper corner, my mustache and burns were ripped off my face and given to Melody. Remember when I said earlier that everything works for her? I stand by that statement.