Friday, July 18, 2008

A hairy situation. Or not.

I finally became totally fed-up with random hairs sprouting on my chinny-chin-chin.

I am not one of the three little pigs.

I am not of Mediterranean ancestry.

I am not a male.

I'm not putting up with the constant tweezing although even then, some simply were to fine to be grabbed even with my fancy-schmancy Tweezerman tweezers.

This morning, while digging through my basket of makeup and suchlike, I came across a tube of Extra Strength Creme Bikini Hair Remover with Orchid and Marine Extracts.*

So I slathered a bunch on my chin and waited for about 15 minutes. Then got in the shower.

Scrub-a-dub-dub, old broad in the tub....

The hair is gone.

So is all sensation around my chin.

*sigh*


* I don't know where it came from. What the heck would I need bikini depilatory for? Haven't owned a bikini in 25 years.
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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I can't use any of those Nair type products anymore, I end up with something similar to bad 1st degree burns.

I also get hairs on my chin, nothing too noticeable until one gets ingrown and I end up with a big mutant zit. And they hurt too.

Is that Neanderthal/Alien DNA messing with you again?

July 18, 2008 at 7:31 AM
dragonmom said...

I think so. Damned annoying for sure.

July 18, 2008 at 8:45 AM
Anonymous said...

freak

July 18, 2008 at 8:58 AM
dragonmom said...

brat

July 18, 2008 at 10:58 AM
Anonymous said...

meh, been called worse things

July 18, 2008 at 11:58 AM

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