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??!!??