Billy Goat.

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.