I went to bed last night, all happy and content with my appearance, and I woke up this morning with a mustache!
No, not even a mustache, just, like, three hairs on one side of my lip that had apparently settled in while I was dreaming of snowflakes and sugarplums. It's more like a mus.
Luckily, my facial hair is blond, because otherwise I'd look like I have half a handlebar.
Well. I would, if I hadn't IMMEDIATELY broken out my eyebrow shaper for some emergency landscaping.
All these things I've been on the lookout for--wrinkles, age spots, gray hair, thinning lips, saggy boobs.
It never occurred to me that I might wind up looking more like my dad than my mom.
1 comment:
Ms. SB, (figure it out)
Funny that you wrote this blog. If it makes you feel any better, I got out the Nair Sunday night and went to town on my face. Well, just my upper lip. It feels funny afterward, but I prefer it a whole lot more than waxing. It's definitely made for weenies like yourself. :)
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