Whiskers On Kittens and Warm Woolen Mittens

Well basically this post has nothing to do with Kittens or Mittens, and everything to do with Whiskers.  Last year around Christmas time, I ponied up some dinero and bought myself a Groupon for laser hair removal.  Zap zap.  I WANTED MY WHISKERS GONE.

Those bastards are still there.

No less.  No softer.  No finer.

And every once in awhile...I get a creeper.  A deep hair that instead of popping out and thus falling victim to my fine tip tweezer, it decides to grow underneath my skin, creeping sideways like a vine of ivy on the side of a beautiful victorian house.  And then I have this welt like thing...usually on my chin.  And of course I want to touch it.  And mess with it.  And then...BAM.  It looks like I have level 5 MRSA.  (I don't think there are levels of MRSA...it just sounded more dramatic).

Well yesterday, I got that little sucker out.  And by little, I mean HUGE.  It took two days, and Exacto knife and then a sewing needle.  I should have placed something next to the hair for size reference...like a penny.  Or a banana.

It's gross.

And now I have shared it with you.