I’m in need of a friend. And not just any old friend—I need the kind who will let me know when there’s a hair sprouting from my neck before it reaches epic proportions. Yeah, I went about town thinking I looked kind of cute today, only to come home to discover a two-inch (at least) hair front and center about three inches below my chin where it had grown to maturity in the shadow of my lower jaw.
Argh!
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Praying for Eyebrowz 
My eyebrows are so thin now that I rarely look at them and when I do it shocks me sometimes that a stray brow seems to have mutated and grown exponentially to all the others.
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I’ve caught a couple that could’ve been braided…
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Haha!
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Really? You have at least five “really good friends.” Don’t forget, when checking your rear view mirror, check the chin, too.
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My chin is the usual battleground. This one was on my neck! And another inch and I could have braided it…
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Meh with the chin hairs. Also bathroom lighting, even if you have a window, isn’t enough. You must take a hand mirror and step outside. 🙄😎
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It’s hard growing old.
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Nice post
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Thank you.
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😉
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