Chin Whiskers and the Women who Battle Them!

All my girlfriends laugh about it.  We all own the fact that we have it.  Shoot, some of us have even promised that should we see one on each other the offending hair will be reported on PRONTO.  I have a deal with my cousin that should she look down in a casket one day and see that post mortem I have sprouted one, she will forthwith remove it in all haste!  I’ll do the same for her.

We are in the facial hair portion of our lives.

One of most smile producing memories of my grandmother is all about …yep, chin hair. 

My grandmother was a little woman with a riot of salt and pepper hair, and not someone I ever thought of as vain in any way, shape or form.  She raised a large brood of children and was more the earth mother type than she was high maintenance. 

We decided to surprise her one day and made the 4 hour drive to her house.  Pulling into the driveway, we spied her.  There she stood, magnifying mirror in one hand, tweezers in the other, standing in the sunlight that streamed through her kitchen window weeding out those awful chin hairs that she has genetically blessed me with.  She looked up, saw us, blushed 50 shades of red and put her weeding tools away before we made it to the front door.

I have been in the car, Left Brain driving to some event, and began the ‘feel’ method of chin whisker detection.  Left Brain has also sworn an oath that should he by happenstance spot one of these blighters, he’ll inform me so I can yank the offending critter out.  Apparently Left Brain either never thinks to look and keep me apprised of the situation OR he must have some sort of astigmatism that makes it difficult to see one for inevitably, I’m searching AND I FIND! 

When I ask Left Brain why he didn’t report on this offender, he says he didn’t see it….this supports my theories above.  The man has whiskers of his own, so I know he knows what they look like! 

It isn’t that my chin is covered in chin hair like kudzu over the hills in the south.  No, it is one or two pesky repeat offenders.  I’ve tried yanking them with a vengeance, hoping to kill the root from which they grow from, but it only seems to incite them to grow thicker and quicker, hateful things.  I’ve waxed them, I think wax is chin whisker fertilizer, might be the heat, but wax and voila it is as if one magically appears.

The topic of this blog post was brought about by me sitting at my desk, poring over tenure track records and in thoughtful contemplation of such a boring topic, I put my hand on my chin and FELT a whisker that wasn’t there (I swear it wasn’t) this morning when I left for work.  Looks like I need some tweezers at work.  Sigh.  Maybe I should just get a tweezers holster and have a pair at the ready at all times.  Looks like this is going to be a long ride!