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??!!??