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?
You don’t really think they mean snow-white, do you?