And I don’t like it one bit.
It seems like just yesterday I was happily maiming my “Monthly zit”.
(I know I’ve been blessed to have clear skin except for that one gigantic hormonally-related monstrosity that usually landed on my chin to be picked to death.)
But I haven’t had one in….I can’t tell you how long. I didn’t really notice it because…
I’ve been plucking the hairs out of my chin. And my cheeks.
Well, more to the point – I’ve been plucking the hairs out of the MOLES on my chin. And my cheeks.
And waxing the ‘stache.
I never believed it was possible, but I SWEAR I can feel it growing under my nose.
I’ve been gently going gray since I was a wee teen, so dealing with that is slathered with denial. I pay GOOD MONEY to not be gray.
Except when I don’t.
I skipped out on haircolor so I could be skeery on Halloween. No, really! See?
(Retail Zombie, yo. Only it didn’t work all that well. Several people asked me where I got that black eye. Shoulda told ‘em I was fighting old age and got whupped.)
Why didn’t anyone WARN me about this??!!??
Cuz they wanted to laugh at you. Same reason they didn’t tell me my feet would grow and expand with each baby. Hence my formerly sized nines are now elevens. I could ski on them.