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…

C.h.i.n. H.a.i.r

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?!?