Someone (for
the life of me I can’t remember who or I’d give them a shout out) posted on
their Facebook page this week that they were thankful for their tweezers. I saw it and laughed, but I was nodding my
head in agreement while I was laughing!
The
remainder of this post is for women. Men,
this is your warning to stop reading.
Trust me, you’re going to be grossed out.
Okay, don’t
say I didn’t warn you.
I’m going to
put this out there in hopes that you females back me up and let me know that I’m
not alone here. At least, I HOPE I’m not
alone.
First of
all, let me admit that I’m hairy. I
am. Hope Garner has been doing my hair
for years. When it’s really short, I
have to keep my neck shaved because, as she refers to me, I’m like Teen
Wolf. And my dad passed down some weird
neck/throat hair patch gene that me and my sister, Lisa, both got. We grow this patch of hair right over our
Adam’s Apple. I had it back in high school and the only time it really bothered
me was when I saw the boy that I was crushing on mocking me to another
friend. He doesn’t know that I saw him,
but I hope he’s reading this blog right now and feeling like TOTAL CRAP because
it really hurt my feelings. I eventually
started waxing it because I was at the beach with Willard’s family a few years
ago and when I walked out of the ocean, Danna (you remember her, my partner in
crime) said “hey, you have seaweed on your neck”. When I reached up to get it off, it was
attached. As in, HAIR. How embarrassing. The first thing I did when I got home from
that vacation was book a wax!
Anyway. Wow, I totally just got
sidetracked. What was I supposed to be
blogging about? Oh yeah…
Do you
ladies ever reach up to touch your chin and feel something akin to a porcupine quill? I mean, like you just checked yourself the
day before and suddenly there’s a freaking corn stalk is growing out of your
chin. And then once you feel it, you can’t
stop touching it? When you look in the mirror, it’s BLACK. What the heck!?! And 9 times out of 10 I’m in
the car when I see it, and I never remember to put a pair of tweezers in my
car, so I have to decide whether to stop and buy a new pair of tweezers or walk
around all day with a walnut tree sticking out of my face.
I always opt
to buy a new pair. The kind with the pointed
tip are the best, in my opinion, but the slanted tip will do in emergency
situations. And trust me, these are
urgent times… I would hate to put out my poor child’s eye as she leaned in for
a hug.
So, it goes
without saying that I, too, am thankful for tweezers.
Please tell
me I’m not alone.
You made me laugh! I am so thankful for my tweezers, too. I definitely can identify with the urgent need for tweezers and desperately trying to find another pair. Ha! (Thanks for sending me this link on Facebook!)
ReplyDeleteNo you are not alone! And yess you must get a pair for your car. You can always see better in the sunlight. The night I posted that on my wall I was sitting there rubbing my chin and finally had to get up and go pull it out. It is everyday!!! My niece, Sammi Jo has promised to keep them pulled out when I go into the nursing home, and she is to bring me Mt. Dews and cigs! Happy plucking!! :)
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