I just recently turned 45 years old and it seems in a split second, when the clock turned 12pm on my birthday the first hairs appeared on my top lip. I'm not talking about those little wispy blond hairs, I'm talking dark, thick beard looking hairs. My first reaction was to grab the tweezers and pluck those mothers out. When I grabbed the first one and snatched it from my lip it felt as though that hair was pulled from the bottom of my feet, around my intestines, through my lungs, up my throat and out through the skin of my upper lip. My eyes started watering, my lip was quivering and a small drop of blood seeped its way through the giant hole left by the unwanted hair. Now what do I do? There is no way I'm going to attempt to yank out the remaining little bastards with tweezers.
So I figure, hmmm I shave my legs, why not grab a razor and ever so gently shave off the little army of hair that has taken cover above my mouth? I wash my face, apply a small amount of my husband's shaving cream, grab a new Shick razor and proceed to erase what age as presented to me as an unwanted birthday present. As I look deep into my mirror, I'm frightened to see the reflection of my husband standing behind me.
He looks at me and says "you shave your face too"?
Just lovely.
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