My Unsightly Confession

(This Post was written last Friday...but not edited and posted until today.  I suck.)

OK, Ladies.  It has to be done.  I need to publicly call out the women in my life.  Especially my daughters.  Why, you ask?!  For not watching my back...or, literally, for not watching my chin.

That's right.  My chin.

I sat at my desk this afternoon, writing.  From time to time, as I'd edit or think about what I wanted to write next,  I'd rest my chin in my hand.  Yes, the chin the women in my life haven't properly watched for me.

Imagine my horror, if you would, as I felt, with my finger tips, on said unwatched chin, the familiar feeling of something growing.  Or, since it wasn't actually growing under my fingers at the time, it would be best to say that it was something that had grown.  And I was feeling it.  I knew what it was.  It always grows there.  And I have told m'ladies to keep their eyes peeled.

It is my whisker.

She resides on the right side, just under my face.  Left to her own devices, she grows as long as 1/2 inch.  It's long enough to blow in the wind.

If I've asked it once, I've asked it a hundred times.  Signal if you see my chin is hairy!  Even if it is only one strand, a whisker is a whisker, and there isn't enough room on that space for my dignity and that unsightly strand.

I remember the first time I noticed her.  It was, oh, maybe 7 or so years ago.  I volunteered in the cafe at the Dawson County Fair, selling pies for 4-H.  I had hundreds of people pass me in the pie buffet line.  When the weekend was over, and I was back home, I saw something.  Something I tried to brush off.  Something that was attached.

Nice.

I pluck, and then go on whisker watch.  But since months can pass between growth spurts, I usually relax my vigil, only searching once in a while, when I get that panicked feeling of having not checked in a while.  Usually there is nothing there.  Sometimes there is, and I get it when it's only a tiny stubble.  Then there are other times, like this time, when it's full length.  This time, I think I broke my own record.

I'm a middle-aged woman.  Have mercy, and help me out a little.  Please.  Thank you.