You have a little spinach in your teeth.

As I was having a little "me-time" in the bathroom this morning after my shower, I noticed a few things. I stood looking in the mirror, lifting this and stretching that, thinking... if I could only hold this pose all day.
I ran with Julie - the shaved ice magnate - this morning. We discussed how it's nice to be in our 40's and it's important to find balance in how we view ourselves. We must let go of the firm bodies of our 20's and 30's, embrace the softer version of ourselves, and not feel badly for desiring to be attractive within our age group. That's the new disclaimer - "Oh, I don't want to look younger, just as good as possible while aging."
We had one of those "You're so pretty," "No, you're so pretty," "Noooo, YOU'RE so pretty," conversations. We like those.
I'm an honest person, and I like to think helpful. If someone asks for my opinion, I'll try to give it diplomatically (not always successful there) and honestly. If I notice something askew on someone, I'll politely and discreetly tell them. "You have a piece of dried, flaky skin on your nose." "Let me get those long, dark hairs off of your cream-colored sweater." "Oopsies. You missed a belt loop."
I was mortified during my "me-time" this morning to discover a giant chin whisker. Giant. It could have wrapped around my curling iron. Twice. It was dark, course and flanked by two very short, and very white whiskers. I can understand the white whiskers going unnoticed. I forgive myself for not seeing them, and I forgive those around me.
Because of the length of my chin whisker, it's been there... awhile. Friends, you have failed me. Chris, have you not felt my beard when we kiss and high five good night?
This evening the boys will go trick-or-treating with Chris. [I'll post pictures of kids in their costumes like every other blogging parent very soon.] My job will be to pass out candy... and maybe compare beards with the teenage boys.
Boo.
Reader Comments (18)
By the way, you are SO pretty!
Corbie - That's exactly what bothered me, the "average rate of hair growth". I could have permed it. I promise to be on alert for your beard, if you watch for mine.
Connie - NO, YOU are so pretty. And yes, most of us get facial hair, and I think it will worsen when we go through menopause. Mother?
Mrs. D. - Join the club.
I haven't found a whisker yet, but I have started to do the thing where I catch sight of myself in a mirror at an awkward angle and go, "Crap, when did I get so OLD?"
Hope Halloween was fun!!
And mine are only on the left side - what's up with that??
Tristan - For the record, my "me-time" occurred at 5:30 A.M. I take care of my feminine "needs" (if you know what I mean) with an audience.
All Adither - Thank you. It's the freakishly rapid growth that catches me off guard.
Vodka Mom - My Mamaw has a mole with whiskers too.
Jannie - Hello, it's nice to meet you. I just checked out your blog - you're an interesting gal. (She's writing a musical people - check her out.) Whiskers on the left? Not sure...
(i totally have chin hairs too, i carry tweezers with me and one day after the adolescent boy saw me pluck, he said, sheepishly, worriedly, "mom, can girls grow beards?" i said "yes, but i'm only going for a goatee.")
The worst part is my hubby doesn't notice ANYTHING. For example, I spent the first 3 hours of our yard sale this morning with what resemeble dried snot under my nose. It was dried skin, but anyone who saw me from 8-11am probably thought it was snot.
I loved this post SO much. We could probably put our whiskers together and... oh jeez. In my effort to be funny, did I just write something about putting our chin whiskers together? There isn't anything funny about that, is there?
I feel like I am still recovering from puberty...
Sherri - I HATE the too-short-to-pluck whiskers. Sorry about the dried skin that resembled snot on your nose. Bad husband. And yeah, you painted an awkward picture of us Sherri. We have reputations you know!
Deidre - You're a very good daughter.
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