Aging

I hate to admit this, but I'm making an attempt to take care of my skin. I've noticed my dashing looks deteriorating and in a vein attempt to keep them for at least a few more days, I've started irregularly applying moisturiser. I purchased a product some time ago to help heal a scar on my back I have from when I got stabbed. Naturally I didn't apply it, so I have an awesome scar. So I dug this product out, it's called Bio-Oil, and thought it might work some miracle on my mug.

I first noticed myself aging when I found this eyebrow hair that was about three inches long, which I cut off. It grew back and started to look like a worm had hatched from my brow and was making it's way up my forehead. I tried to pull it out with my fingers, but if you get it between your fingernails they just slide off and make the eyebrow hair all curly - like what you do with ribbon and scissors. So, and after a three hour search, I found some tweezers in the first-aid kit and plucked it out. That hurt. I have decided to just keep it trimmed along with other hair that is sprouting in strange places. Oh, and your nose hair goes all free-range too. That's awful because it looks like you have a grubby nose all the time. The worst thing about the feral eyebrow hair is that it's silver. I don't even have grey hair on my head yet, but I've got this shiny brow hair that glistens in the sun bringing attention to itself.

Then there's the couch (sofa) issue. Remember when you were young and could sleep anywhere? Well, by crikey, if I fall asleep on the couch I can't move for two days. But, and this is the ironic part, I want a nap on the couch. I might be putting too much hope in the little bottle of Bio-Oil, but I expect, if I can remember to apply it, to be back to my youthful self in a matter of weeks. Oh, and the stabbing was a workplace accident.