If you are looking for accurate information regarding a personal problem, where is the first place you go? Yeah, me too.
Thank God for the internet.
You can find just about any information you want or need and a whole lot of information you never wanted to know.
Why just today I had the need to research nasal hair problems in women. I found more information than I wanted to know, needed to know, or could stand.
For instance, I discovered that a few unlucky women experience this manly problem.
I also discovered that there ain
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Hilarious, Wanda. So glad you are back to exploring “unusual” female phenomena. I thought I saw a couple nasal hairs last week. I convinced myelf it was an illusion and haven’t looked in a mirror since.
Let me tell you about gross incident involving somebody’s nasal region. A few years back we had purchased a bottle of acetaminophen .I won’t mention the national brand. It had the tamper-proof seal intact,so it came straight from the factory. When I ripped off the aluminum seal right there on top was one of the blackest,biggest, ugliest Neanderthal hairs with the nasal booger still attached.I took it right back inside the store and got my money back.Upchuck,almost!
But what would non-method actors (or teenagers coming in after curfew) do to create instant tears without a nasal hair to pluck?
Snort! Laugh! Sniffle!
One more thing to look forward to. So exciting! At least you made it effin’ hilarious.
Tweezing will make you cry like a baby on fire – much more dramatic than slicing an onion or cutting off an appendage. I recommend round tipped scissors. Carefully trim in a circle, making sure not to knick the interior. May the force be with you when it happens. It ain’t pretty, that’s fer sure!
Oh, my, you made me laugh Wanda. And I am told I don’t laugh often enough. I feel lucky that is one of the only problems I haven’t experienced yet from my estrogen levels dropping very, very low. A couple of years ago, one of my daughters was trying to comfort me when I was crying uncontrollably for no apparent reason. While patting me on the back, she whispered, “Mom, there must medicine for this.” I can laugh now, but only with a little help of drugs.”