Friday, January 9, 2015

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 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 a penny.  Or a banana.

It's gross.

And now I have shared it with you.


  1.'s! LOL

  2. Wow. Sounds like my husband when he gets in-grown hairs from his beard hairs. Cutting it open, sounds bad.

  3. Wow. That's impressive? Is that the right word? Sheesh I can see how that would be annoying.

  4. I get those little bastard under the skin hairs too. It sucks.