I have decided to embrace my age.
Gray hairs – check
Sagging boobs – double check
Menopause – hell, yeah!
Reading glasses – yup
Cellulite – bring it on, baby
A chin hair…
Errrrrrrrrrrr…. boom! My grandmother had chin hair.
This discovery is worse than the time I got jumper cables for Christmas. Worse than my fifth grade perm. Worse than those damn hot flashes. And way worse than the time I tried to wax my own legs.
I’m not ready for chin hair! It comes with girdles and Polident and arch supports and plastic rain bonnets and eating dinner at 3pm.
A chain hair! Where’s the tequila?!?