Not By the Hair of My Chinny Chin Chin

When I was in my twenties I used to have these long, thick eyelashes.  I was always really proud of them.  I fussed with various shades of eyeshadows and different types of mascara to show them off to their full potential.  Sometimes they would leave marks on my glasses because they were so long and in some perverse way that pleased me.  A sign that I had nice lashes.

Then I married my husband who had such long ones he would complain about them getting "tangled up" or "poking" him in the eye.  I found it difficult to feel sympathy since I had to work for mine.  My youngest son inherited his fathers lashes and he too makes the same complaints.

During this time my lashes have migrated.  What used to be long thick lashes surrounding my eyes are now fluttering off my chin.  What made them move?  Did my eyes and I not appreciate them where they were?  Is there something about my chin that calls to them?  Maybe the scenery is better there?  I have no idea. 

There are a lot of things about getting older that I find annoying: aches and pains, more pills to take, having trouble remembering things.  But this ... this traitorous act drives me out of my mind.  I've plucked, creamed, and waxed.  I found a little wand that "shaves" the beastly things off, and now I've discovered a little pad you rub around your chin that removes the culprits. 

*sigh*

Who knew the bearded lady at the carnival was just some poor woman who'd gone through menopause?  Ain't life a kick?