I have a little whisker growing on my chin right now. It's distracting. I keep fondling it! It's so weird to be getting these odd little hairs/whiskers here and there. Part of the joy of aging from what I hear. I certainly didn't expect this to happen when I was in my 20's! Yeah, a wrinkle here and there, some fat and some sags. I expected that. But not the little whiskers on my chin.
I can tell it's a whisker because it's dark and thick, just like a whisker! I pluck them out. I don't need a collection starting on my chin. Ken might find that to be a turn off. Or would he? You never know with that man! He can be perverse! I have to keep up with the plucking/trimming because if I don't, I'll start looking like one of those women they use in films to play evil teachers that scare little children. You know the ones I'm talking about. Yes, you do!
I have to trim one of them because I've plucked it twice and ended up with a heinous ingrown hair that turned into a boil. It looked like a boil. Or a heinous zit. Or something. It was repulsive! So it will be trimmed daily. What will happen when I'm old and senile? Who will know to trim versus pluck my whiskers? I probably won't look very good when I get senile. But I'll be senile so I won't care. Small favors right?
There aren't enough whiskers for me to do anything fun with them. Like stroke them and do evil laughs. Curses!
