Dayum Those Chin Hairs!

I was lying on the couch, watching the season premiere of Desperate Housewives, when on a whim, I went to rub my chin. Oh wow, I felt something prickly. I rubbed again, and investigated with my finger.

Say it's not so!!! I found a chin hair. Is that the sign of 50? Do they come all at once, or do they tease you on a weekly basis? I felt it, rubbed it, investigated it with my pointer finger.

At commercial, I ran in the bathroom and grabbed a pair of tweezers. I sat there and rubbed, and plucked around my skin, accidentally grabbing a pinch of skin. OUCH!
I rubbed, and pinched, rubbed and pinched, when suddenly, I felt the twinge of a hair being pulled out. Man, that hurt.

I sat there for the next 20 minutes, looking at it. I was in shock. This is not funny. Ageing is not funny. I then released it and let it drop to the floor. I began begging the spirit above me, not to allow me to get ear hairs or nose hairs. That would be the ultimate demise of ageing. Please don't let me get ear hairs.

And then I finished watching Bree pull the tie off her dead husband and put another one on.... I laughed so hard... She got the last word!!!!!

I want the last word... NO more chin hairs, please.