I'm sitting here scratching my chin. Not because I am deep in thought. Oh no. It's because I shaved it. Yes. I Shaved. My. Chin.
This is not a regular habit. But you see, I had to do it.
On Saturday my boyfriend and I were sharing a cuddle on the couch. We were having a nice little chat about
So I touched my chin where he touched and felt a
"Aaron!! Were you... Are you... What the hell man? Why were..? ARG! You do NOT play with your girlfriend's chin hair! EVER!!"
He had a combined look of confusion and amusement plastered on his face.
"What?" he said, as he shrugged his shoulders. "So what? It's not like I was trying to braid it."
Braid it?? WTF? How long IS this sucker?? I stared at him with admonishment, and my hand cupping my chin. Is he really that effing clueless?
I gave him "the" look, and went to the bathroom to see how noticeable it really was. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!! I'm turning into a fricken chia pet!! "Cha cha cha chia!! Cha cha cha CHIA!" The jingle played in my head over and over. I had SEVEN stray hairs on my chin. Looong hairs. I shit you not, the longest one was 2.5 cm long. (1 inch) I grabbed it with my fingernails and yanked. Did I get it? I don't see it... wait. What's that? I leaned in closer. I managed to grab the hair between my nails and curled it. It friggin CURLED on me.
Eff that crap. Since I don't own tweezers (yes I shave my uni-brow because I am a giant wuss) I grabbed my razor and shaved those little SOB's off!
And 6 days later my chin is STILL itchy. And bumpy. Apparently it's not a good idea to dry shave. Anywhere. Including your chin. Regardless of who sees it. And plays with it. And how much time you have.
Well, off to Wal-Mart. I have to buy some