Hair-raising experience

Two things are pretty much a given for men when they get old.

Their ears double in size, and their nut sacks become seat cushions.

That I can deal with.

What annoys me is the hair thing.

I looked in the mirror the other day, and a moustache was growing out of my nostrils.

Every hole in my head has a hair sprouting from it. My hairdresser prunes me every three weeks, but the weeds keep coming back.

Ears, ear lobes, nose.

It takes daily maintenance to keep from looking 80.

I’m told I’m lucky.

At least I don’t have Persian carpet for a back.

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “Hair-raising experience

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s