Marisa has been warning everyone about her husband as of late. Actually, her tone has been more apologetic if anything. I can't seem to get two words into a conversation without her interrupting to explain "My husband doesn't normally look like this. He's usually much less creepy."
It kinda gets to a guy after a while. And "less creepy?!" Doesn't that infer that there's some level of creep in me even without my spasmodic shaving habits?
Judge for yourself. Given that I've been called Mussolini by a friend (a friend not very steeped in history I might add, unless he was referring to a pre-facist Mussolini... in which case I stand molto corrected), a cartoon mouse by my wife, and the ever-popular "child molester" - I'm pretty bulletproof at this point.