Why I could never be Amish.

Or, how I realized the Amish probably don't have access to and/or believe in the use of depilatory cream.

Today at the farmer's market, I saw an Amish woman with a full-on, black mustache.

I understand that in the grand scheme of things, sporting a 'stache for your religious beliefs is pretty minor. It's not like being burned at the stake. However ... I have a hard time believing that God a) cares about your personal hygiene habits; and b) wouldn't just pull you aside and be all, "Girl, let's take care of that."

File this post under Why Cha Cha is Going to Hell.