The trouble with tribbles
is that I seem to always find one in the shower with me.
With two longhaired women in the house, there’s always a ball of hair in the drain, and soon enough you find yourself standing in four inches of water.
In other news, it’s good to get home to my own bathroom. I have been away from my small hemostats for a while, and the ear hair has been getting rampant. Those of you who live in the midwest may have heard the screaming.
I now have a little baggie filled with ear hair, I’m thinking of having a pillow stuffed with it, eventually.
I’m used to the ones with the white/silver tips, the black shaft and the yellow base that grow on the edges of my ears. Where the thick, curly red one came from, I have no idea.
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Not mine, I swear.
Have you worked near or on any Nuclear reactors? Drank the water from any nearby water sources (to said reactors)? If so, that might explain the hair.
Romanian family.
Maybe have someone spin it into yarn and then crochet a nice holiday sweater from it?
I think I would rather read about you freaking out a TSA agent with your big balls. At least that was funny.
We pay a price for that beautiful long hair. The one in the basement tub looked like a headless snake coiled around the drain plug spring.
Jon
I think your ear hair posts bother me more than your crapblogging does.
The ear hair thing does cut close to home for many of us
Romania as in Constanta, or as in the neck of the woods my moms family came from (and consider to be Hungarian), Transilvania? Come to think of it, that might explain the eyebrows deciding they look better as one brow, vice two. (And the nose hairs getting thicker.)
Are you sure you want to investigate where alternate types of hirsuteness came from? That sort of thing can have you doubting your genealogy in short order.
We all search for Valid-ity in our own ways I suppose.