A hairy subject
Had to get up gawdawful early this morning, get cleaned up and go to the hospital to sit through a surgery. Made it home, had lunch, and was getting ready to go do a funeral, when I noticed in the mirror how scruffy I looked. Five o'clock shadow at one in the afternoon!
So I shaved again before going out the door.
Ya know, by the time I was fifteen, I was shaving every day; I thought I was hot stuff. By the time I was in college, I had to shave again if I went out in the evening. By the time I was 21 or so, I decided that this shaving business was getting awfully old. I don't know why I ever thought it was such a cool thing.
Why can't the hair on the FRONT of your head fall out, instead of the hair on top?