catnip and coffee

I really have to do some work today, but want to share something with you first. It’s kinda hairy. Literally. Disclaimer: if you’re a boy and you don’t want your rosy vision of girls lives to be ruined, look away now please.

Okay, now that they’re gone….

I have a confession. I have a few stray hairs in some odd places. Like the one next to my bellybutton. That’s the one that doesn’t hurt like hell when I pluck it anymore, since my c-section cut off all the nerve endings in my lower abdomen. Pants too tight? Can’t feel it! Cell phone vibrating in my front pocket? Can’t feel it! Pluck that hair? Not a twinge! Hey, if you guys are still here, it’s just your own fault.

Ahem. Okay, there’s also the solitary hair under my chin. Let’s just say I know I inherited that one from my mother. And I should expect more as I get older.

I will also confess to having a mono brow that I pluck regularly, but that’s nothing compared to having to use my cuticle scissors to clip my nose hairs once in awhile lest I get a moustache growing of of there. Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about!

I suppose it’s to be expected to have nose hairs in my nose. But here’s the real horror people: what about one on your nose? Yes indeed, I was inspecting my face on Saturday morning (you all do that don’t you?) and I found what I at first thought was a teeny tiny blackhead. But it wasn’t. I had to pull it with the tweezers, and dang it really smarted. It was, in fact, a little tiny hair growing out the TOP of my nose. Tiny, but a hair nonetheless, and it was dead center. I am officially old.