I believe, with all my heart, that there is a “hair imbalance” in this house. Both girls have WAY more than is required to be a girl, (or even a horse), and it is so long and ultra thick that they get the stares when they go out and people want to touch it. I mean beau-ti-ful hairs. Shiny, glossy, slippery, abundance of hair.
John? Gettin’ a wee bit gray, and a wee bit more sparse on top. The eyebrows are getting wilder every time I attempt to tame them, and I am guessing it won’t be long before there are a few singular hairs sticking out of his ears.
Time will tell.
Then we come to me. I am currently dying all the gray, non-conformist, rat-bastard hairs into submission. That is on my head, anyway. There are other hairs that are starting to give me grief.
The last time I was putting on make up I payed close attention and I swear, God as my witness, I am getting as fuzzy as a peach on my face. I don’t have any dark hairs. Yet. But my once smooth cheeks and, ahem, sideburns, are covered in soft fuzzy clearish looking hairs. Yes, my face is very soft. SO IS A PEACH.
I stood there looking at this. One more step towards the grave. AND, IT IS! I would actually take a picture and show you IF I HAD A CAMERA THAT WOULD TAKE CLOSE UPS.
Gee. You guys don’t know what you’re missing… heh.
Now I gotta go research facial hair removal products. Fun, fun, fun.