A Nose Hair Story

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As I get older, I've noticed more and more of my nose hairs going rogue and making a break for the outside world.

'I'm free!'

In the past I would make short work of these by yanking them out.

You're outta here!

Which would work for a while...

Much better.

...but has lately become less effective.

'Don't tread on me, man!'

It's a minor annoyance, to be sure, but an annoyance nonetheless. So I figured, "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em," and grew out my mustache.

Like hiding hay in a haystack.

I like to think it doesn't look bad on me. Of course I need to trim and manage it, but it's way less work than shaving.

But the nose hairs weren't about to fade quietly into the night.

Nope, they got together and worked out the best plan their hairy brains could conceive. "If he can change his image, so can we!"

'Can you see me now?'

Sigh. So now it's back to yanking them.

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I've had some errant nose hairs as of late, although they haven't started changing colors on me...yet.

Glad I stumbled on your blog. You've been added to my Google Reader feed!



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