nose hair

It’s official. I’m an old man.

I noticed something in the mirror today. A nose hair. Not just any nose hair, but one that actually protruded outside of my nasal cavity. It wasn’t obscenely long, curly or otherwise obscenely nasty, but it was there nonetheless.

I’m not sure exactly what this means, but I think, at least, that it marks the beginning of me becoming a gross old man.

In case you’re wondering, I promptly plucked and disposed of the wayward hair. Hopefully that will deter his friends for a while….

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