It’s probably just coincidence that this would crop up at the time of year when we are watching the bearded guy’s every move (or hoping he’s watching our good side), but I had quite a shock yesterday morning.
I was inspecting my face in the mirror after the shower (nope, it hasn’t changed), standing REAL close since that’s the only way I can see without my glasses, and made an unhappy discovery.
There, next to the laugh line that is oh, so not funny and not far from one of the vestiges of middle-aged acne was …
An actual whisker.
An F-ing whisker!
Much longer than the peach fuzz that covers the rest of my face, it had the gall to just sit there, daring me to notice.
I had the tweezers out of the drawer faster than you could say “pluck,” but all I could think was: Did anyone else see this? Have people been too kind to mention it, but are giggling behind my back?
Are there others?!
I can hardly wait to see what other wonderful surprises there will be. As it is, I can no longer lie and say the marks on my hands are freckles. The truth is they look too much like age spots.
What can I do to fight the aging tide?
Women’s Health Magazine suggested this week that I make the most of my look by matching my makeup to my hair color.
You don’t really think they mean snow-white, do you?
I guess growing whiskers is what happens to “cougars”?
That must be it. I’ll ask Basil what he thinks!
Oh, my dear!
I have been there and done that! I actually have a tiny mole on my chin that sprouts a whisker! After about 5 years of plucking it, my Mom noticed once and said to me, “Just make sure you never pluck that whisker, because it will grow back stronger than ever and will bring baby whiskers with it.”
Ok. This is way TMI… (Too much information). Are we running out of ideas for your blog?
But ok…if you insist…. I would just let the whiskers grow and maybe next year you can play Santa with DH.
Oh no! I figure moles will be next!