I used to kvetch with my friend KeAnne about the one or two hairs that grew out of our chins. We called them our “burly hairs”.
I peered into the mirror the other morning to pluck one out, and realized that Mama and Papa Burly Hair had become proud parents many times over. The family stuck out in wiry revolt all over the left side of my chin.
I sighed, put down my tweezers and picked up a razor.
It seems the older I get, the more fabulous I become.
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Noni
November 21, 2011 at 9:31 pm
It gets worse.
granny
November 22, 2011 at 7:50 am
Congratulations!! Mine come out of a birthmark–kinda like a witch’s come out of a mole. And Noni is correct, It does get worse. Pluck, don’t shave.
kh99
November 22, 2011 at 8:40 am
Don’t shave!!! Keep plucking! I have vivid memories of my great-grandmother shaving her face w/ an electric razor. Mine have gotten worse too. What fun!
Tiffany
November 23, 2011 at 8:22 am
Glad I’m not alone…they’re starting to get wild!