"Houston Homeless Man Given Ticket For Dumpster Diving For Food."
But it gets worse. This is what I've chosen for today's blog topic: Hair removal. Specifically MY hair removal.
My daily dress might resemble the attire worn by the guy in the story above, but I do like to be well groomed. I'll sometime purposely not shave on a Saturday, just because I can, but never two days in a row.....no, no, no!
Here's where you might want to tune in to Celebrity Ironing on cable channel 796 instead of reading further. Today was "ears and eyebrow day".
Because of my f__ked up left eye (retina problem years ago) and now my watery right eye (tear duct damage after skin cancer surgery on the side of my nose), my "detail" eyesight needs some help. It's hard to shave in the morning while standing 3 feet away from the bathroom mirror, so I went out and bought myself one of those lighted magnifying mirrors women use to put on their makeup.
It works GREAT! Maybe a little TOO great. I put it on top of our chest of drawers in the bedroom so it's at about my eye level. Turn it on, stand about a foot away, and I can see every little hair that's even thinking about popping out. A few swipes with my Norelco and I look semi-Homo Sapien again.
Trouble is, I can also see every little hair that's beginning to grow in places hair shouldn't grow, like ears, too. What's with that? To me, hair growing out of a man's ears is the opening salvo of Little Old Manhood.
But you know what they say, "Behind every man with hairy ears stands a woman with a pair of tweezers." What? Nobody says that? Well, they should!
Today I called in K and her set of essential grooming tools and she plucked me clean. Eyebrows, too. I had a couple of stray eyebrow hairs that clearly had a man-crush on the late, great Andy Rooney. Gone!
A little snip time on my moustache and goatee (technically I think that's called a Van Dyke) and I'm ready to face the world. Now I just need to spruce up the wardrobe a little. That'll have to wait until Tuesday, though. I'm pacing myself. ;)