July 2, 2009
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For the record, the longest chin hair I ever plucked was two inches long and seemed to appear overnight on my right jawline. Now I just have a little cluster of whiskers in the same spot where my Nana used to grow hers. Don't I feel special? Erik asked me the other night if I thought I'd be growing a beard soon. Not so long as I have tweezers, I'm not.
Put that one on the list of things my children will have to do when they're stuck with me in my dottage: pluck mommy's chin hairs. The poor things. Boy Wonder is always telling me he's getting me into a Canadian Nursing Home. I'm sure he's working stealthily at it.
I'm at work. It's been very busy the last two weeks and I should be looking at denials for Prior Authorizations for patients, but my heart is not in it. I want to go home, and I want to go home YESTERDAY. Truth be told, I did go home yesterday but they keep on insisting on having me come back. And because the July Fourth holiday is on a Saturday we do not get an extra day. OH Well, going home now. Bye. Blessings abound
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This reminds me of a movie with Farah Fawcett and Colleen Dewhurst. I wish I could remember the name of it, but I'm too lazy to IMDB it. Anyway, it was supremely touching, made me love the both of them. If you haven't ever seen it, you should.
Naughty Eric for asking that. He owes you something now- like dinner and a movie, at least.
Worried about my own hair, Lisa
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