Originally Posted by Quiltbeagle
..."My grandmother used to have two chin hairs that grew for months that she would never pluck until Christmas. Sometimes at dinner I would have a hard time concentrating on small talk as I could not help watching the progress of those two black hairs. They had a mind of their own and would swirl this way or that depending on the kitchen temperature."
TOO funny! It reminded me of that commercial where the stain on the guy's shirt was screaming and the other man couldn't keep his eyes off it. As for me, I pluck chin hairs every day and think my recent hot flashes kickstarted the mustashe department because I'm starting to grow a Fu-Manchu now.
A lady who had not worked at the bank for a very long time came back and her chin hair had multiplied. The whole time I could lay my eyes off her..:)