The Horror of It All

I'd like to share a personal story with you today.

There I was, going about my day:  carting Colt to therapy, meeting friends and the park, and inhaling a Subway sandwich so as to not be late for OT group therapy.  Then I pull into the parking lot of Kaufman Children's Center and the unthinkable happens.   I look in the rear view mirror and there it is starting back at me:  a filthy man hair growing right out of my chin.  (Hey, I'm Italian it happens.) Nevertheless, I start to panic.  There is not a tweezer in sight.  (Clearly I need to stash one in the glove compartment for emergencies such as this.)

I didn't have enough time to go back to the apartment and take care of it, I was at a loss.  I just kept staring and there it was smugly staring back at me as if to say "What now, biatch?"  Let's just say I would have slapped it if it wasn't on my own face.

There was nothing I could do, I was forced to collect myself (and my son) and walk in there with the man hair threatening to poke someone's eye out.  Just think of how awful it was to face people with the knowledge of its horrific existence:  AGONY PEOPLE, SHEER AND UTTER AGONY!

I was convinced people were doing their best not to stare.  It actually felt a lot like this:

Have no fear, the roguish little beast was eradicated as soon as I got home, but ugh...GROSS!!!!

Feel free to share your own body hair stories below or express your disbelief that I would actually write about this.  Whatever works.

Have a great (hair-free) weekend and stash some tweezers in your car, purse, wherever.  Just DON'T let this happen to you!

Smooches!

xoxo

Jenny

 PS- I designed that e-card.  Feel free to Pin it and make me famous ;)