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Billy Goat.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Jan 14, 2021
  • 1 min read

I don't know the exact day. But at some point I decided to grow chin hairs. I am not sure when my body decided this, but it did.


As a child, I remember my Mother gazing into her magnifying mirror as she plucked hairs from her chin. I remember thinking, oh that poor woman.


Now I am that poor woman. I was the woman constantly running my fingers over my chin to see if anything had "sprouted."


There is one in particular that grows like a chia pet, but ain't nobody watering that shit.


I had maybe 2 or three consistent ones, but more recently I had noticed more. I am becoming convinced I am going to end up like Fu Man Chu by 50.


If anyone of you run into me when I am in a nursing home, please shave my beard.


This past summer while meeting a nice couple in Cape May, the wife perhaps sensing my own, or there was a fellowship of the beards moment, randomly asked if I had tweezers.


Everything ok I asked? Yes I just just had this beard hair that is driving me crazy she said.


I went to our room feet away and came back with my trusty Tweezerman's. "Wow you have the good stuff!" she said. I knew she was good, the woman said as she turned to her husband. She whipped out a compact and plucked away.


THANK YOU she said with a sigh of relief.


I almost sang, " I got your beard Babe."


But I am not that corny, oh wait, yes I am.


Brb I need to spend some quality time with my magnifying mirror.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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