"Vanity mirror" is such a misnomer when my nightly routine includes brushing chin hairs.
Who knew the words uttered by one of the three little pigs would come back to haunt you later in life? Now the phrase "not by the hairs of my chinny-chin-chin" takes on a whole new meaning. If it hasn't happened yet, it will. One day, seemingly out of nowhere, the light will hit your mirror just right and BAM!, there it will be. Given that your stray facial hair (or two...or four...) matches the length of the Mississippi you'll marvel at how no one brought it to your attention.The good news? This turn of events will help you learn to be an expert on nomad migration because these gems are like little gypsies showing up wherever their heart's desire (chin, jaw, neck), pretty much anywhere but where you'd like them most - your thinning hairline. Calling all fairy godmothers.
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