Then I take a few minutes for some "maintenance." I call it my morning tweeze & squeeze. Blackheads need popped, grey hairs need plucked and I have to wonder how long that mole has been on my face and if it's getting darker.
Don't be squeamish; you know you do it, too.
This morning, I was in my squeezey groove when I noticed it. Them. I have no idea how long they've been there. I don't know if other people have noticed them.
I thought maybe they were an April Fools' joke.
Seriously, aren't those just for men?
I've fought more than my share of facial-hair battles. I've had to bleach or wax my mustache since high school. While pregnant, I had some lovely long black hairs growing along my jawline. I have random moles that sprout hair overnight.
Hence, the daily tweeze & squeeze.
I can handle wrinkles, grey hairs and sun spots. I view my laugh lines as proof that I enjoy life and love to laugh. Even my trace of smoker's curtain lip doesn't freak me out because I rarely smoke anymore.
I can handle the occasional grey pube.
I get that I have to use anti-aging skin care products now instead of the same Neutrogena I used in as a preteen.
But nose hairs are different. Nose hairs are scary. They are irrefutable proof that I've crossed over from just being Italian to just being old.
If you tweeze them, you sneeze uncontrollably. Plus, you're using your good Tweezerman tweezers in your booger-zone.
I have yet to notice a single errant nose hair on Dr T. Even his ears are normal and he was a wrestler.
I'm too embarrassed to buy a nose hair trimmer. I might make him purchase one instead.
I don't even know where to get one! Is that the Beyond part of Bed Bath and Beyond?
Do they make them for ladies?
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