A Baby Boomer’s Life: Chin Hair Confessional

Some nights are just perfect; the air is warm and the conversation warmer.

When “the girls”  – us baby boomers – get together we share stories about our kids, our jobs, bad bosses, and inevitably our health.

Imagine our horror when one by one we began to confess our deep shame about one of the most officious affronts to our age – the first time you notice an errant whisker on your formerly ageless chin.

Significant others were the first to be blamed: ” Didn’t you notice? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Our co-conspirators in the beauty game were the next to be admonished – our stylists who wax our eyebrows and upper lips: ” I just don’t understand why she didn’t tell me! Why didn’t she say something?”

It wasn’t long until we were laughing hysterically over our misfortunes – and we ordered another round of drinks.

So – how to spot the little nuisances? Apparently with the right light and angle, the mirror on your car visor is the perfect place and in a pinch, the rear view mirror will do.

“That’s why I keep a tweezers in my car”, said the wisest of us. And it’s why I put one in my car the next morning.

Tweezers – 10, chin hairs – 0

” There’s birth, there’s death, and in between, there’s maintenance.”

Tom Robbins, Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates.