My name is Lady Fromage, and I am a woman with facial hair.
Hubby noticed it first (how embarrassing!), I remember it like it was yesterday, let me take you there…
It’s July, we are in Missouri for his best friend’s wedding. We’re newly in love, we’d gone out dancing and drinking the night before, we closed the bar and the party wasn’t over when we made it back home, it was (and still is!) one of the most fun nights I’ve ever had. Now, a little hunger over, we’re getting ready for the Catholic ceremony. I’m wearing my favorite turquoise dress, I love the way it fits and I’m feeling like hot stuff, I can’t help but wonder if we’ll be the next couple from the group exchanging rings (and we were!). Hubby gazed at me, I imagined he was thinking of our wedding, too, but instead of proclaiming his undying love, he asked me for scissors. I told him, no, I didn’t pack any, what did he need them for? And this is what he said…
“Well, it’s just that you have a big chin hair… right there… I was going to trim it.”
Oh, the horror! I couldn’t believe it, but he was right; I did indeed have a dark, hideous hair sprouting from my face. The chin hair was promptly plucked with tweezers, and I have since kept a close watch for its return (I’ve been plucking it once a week or so).
I don’t understand why I’m BALDING (true story) but will soon have to buy a Mach 3 to keep my 5 o’clock shadow at bay…
So unfair.
I hear ya, honey! I actually have had to have my sister promise that she will, in the event I am ever in a coma, make sure she plucks my chin!!! Did I ever tell you that story? read my post here: http://fromchaoscomeshappiness.blogspot.com/2010/04/ummmm-i-need-favor.html
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I'm so glad you said that (love your post, by the way!), I should have my sister agree to that, too! It never even crossed my mind, but boy, imagine what that thing would do if left unplucked for months..! Yikes!
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