To the majority of people I’m a “young pup.” I’m 22 and up until I got an engagement ring I would sometimes be asked, “So, ‘sweetie,’ what are your plans after high school?’” Pretty irritating, but I guess I’ll take it.

Anyway, as depressing as this sounds, I realize that each day I am aging. I realize each minute that ticks makes me that much older. The 2 1/2 (yes I have “half” of one) lines that run across my forehead- and frustrate the mess out of me since I am only 22 while all of my friends are smooth and linefree- are going to deepen. 5 years from now I will look like myself but be a more “adultish” version. I have to be honest- I can’t be Drew Barrymore and say, “I am looking forward to getting older” in the physical sense, but I am aware of it.

Well guys- yesterday I had a scare. One of the aging scares that should only happen to women at LEAST 40- and I’m being generous with that number, I should probably push it up 5 years. This scare has me certain that we should all start searching for the fountain of youth- or invent something like the potion in Death Becomes Her.

Yesterday I was sitting around with my sister watching BBC Food for like the 3rd hour. We’re talking and having a good time. Laughing and just being girls when all of a sudden she looks at me in disgust! She just stares at me with squinty eyes and then just busts up laughing and says, “You have a chin hair!” I know it was just my sister, and I am queen of embarrassing moments, but I was totally embarrassed!

I’m 22! I can’t have an old lady chin hair! So, we went in my parent’s bedroom, opened the curtain for adequate sunlight, and got the mirror. “Holy crap! It’s freakish!” There it was, right under my chin. Not only was it a chin hair- it was a LONG one! What’s up with that!?

I felt like this really old lady at my church back home. She had a beard going on under there. I figured that if you get to be that old you should be able to keep whatever hair grows wherever you please. If it’s still growing- keep it lady. After about 75- that crap is a badge of honor. I also remember all of the foods my grandpa would tease would put “hair on your chest, girl!” I was freaking out thinking, “Maybe he was serious! What if that is next!?” Okay, so I acutally did think that but I realize I was just overreacting.

I examined the area. It wasn’t just a chin hair- it was like another entity gaining nutrients from me and was just along for the ride- like a barnacle with a whale or something. I wouldn’t have been utterly shocked it it branched out on its own and started breeding right there on my chin! I’d be just like Veda at church! It was about half an inch long. Yuck.

So, I tweezed it and really wanted to save it for Will when he got home because not only would he say “You’re weird, that’s gross,” but I know he would have totally laughed.However, I decided not to. I am an official “chin checker” now. If it struck once, be certain it will strike again. It will have to be a constant thing now- just like making sure I have deoderant on or something. I am too young to have to add yet another body check to my list!

I am just glad my sister saw it before it was braidable and I was just going on with my unobservant life thinking everything was just fine. That would have been bad!

The story of my life…

Have a good day. <3