Sunday, October 25, 2009

Day 21

I have a beard. Actually, I think it is more like a mane than a beard. What’s up with that?!

It was actually two years ago I came across my first black chin hair. We were travelling to the coast and as we waited in traffic I started randomly rubbing my chin. And that’s when I felt it. I started pulling at it and thinking “what the …?” After a quick investigation in the rear view mirror I started to scream as the offending hair glistened in the sunlight. I had Derek pull it out immediately right there at the stop light. He baulked of course but I just couldn’t stand it! It had to go ….

Recently, again at the coast, I used my mother-in-laws brand new magnifying mirror (complete with light) to assess the situation to see if it had gotten any worse. Except for the lone black hair that continually grew back, I was looking ok. And that’s when I spotted it. Under my chin – between my chin and my neck – was a patch (yes, an entire patch) of black hairs! You have got to be kidding me!?!? I have a mane. I have a mane!! Again with the screaming I ran around the house looking for tweezers and pulled them all out. But of course they keep growing back and I think it might be getting thicker. Is this what happens at 40? Is deep fried fruit really that hairy?

Clearly I have too much testosterone or my inner lioness is trying to emerge … or I just have to avoid going to the coast where the sunlight likes dancing off my facial fur …

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