We’ve all had them – those weird mutant hairs that pop up in the strangest places – our arms, our stomach or our eyebrows – sometimes even our ears. They like creatures from one of those 1950’s sci fi movies — nothing there and then within a couple of hours you have a hair long enough to tickle your neighbor!
I’ve gotten used them over the years and think they are pretty weird – but nothing too obnoxious — until today. Today, I found one ON MY CHIN! Oh my God, I’m becoming the bearded lady – or Cousin Itt or Chewbacca! Maybe it was just stuck there – not really growing out of my chin. Why me? I’m so young? Why didn’t my husband tell me about it? Is my eyesight that bad that I couldn’t see it? How long was it there? Why didn’t my husband tell me about it? Is his eyesight so bad he didn’t see it? What am I going to do? Do I need electrolysis? Maybe it’s not that bad — maybe it’s only one mutant and it doesn’t have an entire family. I’m sure my husband did see it – he would want to walk around with a lady who grows a better beard than he does. Oh well, I’ll just pull it out and see what happens.
After I had through three stages of grief – denial, anger and acceptance – all in a span of about 30 seconds — I figured it was time to move on. I plucked the little mutant off my chin and continued on with my day as if nothing had happened.
If I wake up tomorrow looking like Cousin Itt, I’ve got a really cool pair of sunglasses and a purple beret all picked out!