There
comes a time for many middle-aged men when the hair on the top of their head
isn’t thick and lush like it used to be.
Some suffer from no hair at all on their north pole. It’s all part of a gracefully-aging packaged
deal.
Well
my crown is still covered with hair but some of it now sports a Centrum Silver
shade of gray color as if I was a “Peter Graves cadet” in training.
But
all is not growing slowly in my hair department. I’ve noticed new and increasingly
ever-present ear hair and nostril hair being my now thick and lush claim to
fame.
I consider these middle-aged man onset fur outcroppings my badge of honor of having made it this far.
I consider these middle-aged man onset fur outcroppings my badge of honor of having made it this far.
However
with their glory comes a commensurate labor of keeping them groomed and
presentable.
Quite
frankly, I must confess they’re somewhat of a nuisance.
Pax
Domini sit semper vobiscum
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