I never Considered Myself To Be Particularly Hairy, And Yet Here We Are...

How did the occasional uneasy peer into a magnifying mirror suddenly became a 24 hour, seven days a week surveillance situation? And more importantly, did I have the manpower to deal with it?

Chewbacca

Or indeed, the required machinery, to meet the demand?
I have more in common with Chewy than I cared (or ever dared) to imagine. Ironically I was going to write about embarrassment this week (in a vague attempt at facing my low-level demons head-on), but something more pressing came to mind. Plus I figured talking about hair (mostly facial, although there will be body hair chat too, so stand by) nicely taps into the whole embarrassment that still seems to haunt me, even at 51. So in the name of self-improvement, here I go… With Chewy by my side (who knew we could ever have so much common ground?).