Just One: March 2007

The names have been changed to protect the innocent...and hairy.

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I can't believe what I tweezed off my forehead/eyebrow last night! I plucked out one eyebrow hair that was 2 inches long!! Two inches!! How can I not see a black 2 inch long eyebrow hair? If that's not bad enough, I plucked out a white short hair that was so stiff and hard I could have used for a toothpick! How can my body grow those monstrosities and how can they just appear over night? I feel like my dad. If I start growing ear hairs, will someone please tell me?

I found a 3/4" hair on the tip of my chin the other day. I was on the phone at the time, and said "this wasn't here 1/2 an hour ago!"

You know that mirror you got me for Christmas last year? Well I used to use it a couple of times a month then went to a couple of times a week now I’m at every other day.

I won’t tell you what I plucked the other day from my BOOB!

The other day I seriously thought of using [husband's] nose hair trimmer. I didn’t use it because I thought, “I’m a GIRL for godsake.” Now that’s a great reason isn’t it?!

Works for me! I have pulled a hair or two off my chest. I just pretend that it was a stray hair from my head that got glued on there with hairspray.

On this side of the Atlantic we, as the most civilised of nations on the globe, have established a marvellous little competition called the Six Nations. We get fifteen of our fittest, muscliest men together and pitch them against each other with no form of protection and one object: get the ball over the line. Oh, and no passing forwards either. Keep your American football with your pads and helmets: rugby is the sport of kings! But this blog isn't about sport, it's about parties; and what better reason to party than Ireland (I may look and sound British but I'm Irish underneath) smashing England into the ground with a 43-13 drubbing. Aha ha ha ha ha ha! Aho ho ho ho! And just for good measure: ho ho ho ho ho.
So, Simon I went out to celebrate!