If I don't pluck I may be mistaken for one of those mean old hags who should be wandering the widow's peak at twilight. Give me a pointy hat and a broom and Halloween comes early. Unfortunately, in my bathroom the light is horrible and I have to put a 20x magnification mirror in the window sill to have reasonable success at a hairless chin. I can't get to it unless I straddle the potty. Then there's the wrinkles and the extra skin. Next there will be the waddle. Oh the things my mother didn't tell me......