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Let Me Introduce You to Fred….My Whisker

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One day, about 5 years ago, I was about to rest my chin in my hand and Ouch!

What was that?

I got up and peered at my face in the mirror. I didn’t see anything but the same face. Weird.

Sat back down on the couch and then I ran my fingers along my chin. Ouch!

What IS that?

I got up again and stood closer to the mirror to look at my chin. Huh. Same face. Weird.

Finally, I put my glasses on and looked one more time.


What IS that poky thing sticking an inch out of my chin? I think I would have noticed landing face first in a bed of cactus, don’t you?

I gently tried wiping it off my chin. Still there.

I tugged gently on it, because after all, maybe I did fall face first in a batch of cactus and just now noticed. Lots of alcohol must have been involved, but I suppose it could have been a possibility. Still there.

What in the world?

I got my tweezers out to pull this odd splinter out of my chin. I tugged. It didn’t budge. I pulled harder. Still there. I grabbed hold and yanked!

Out. Finally.

What IS that?

Wait for it….wait for it… (not quite as bad as Marmaduke, but still)


What? A whisker? How did I get one of those? And WHY didn’t my husband or best friend TELL me I was growing a beard? Huh?

Trust me, I gave them both a piece of my mind for that one. By the way, nothing sexier than pointing out to your husband that you are growing facial hair!

My best friend told me (after laughing hysterically at me) that a woman gets whiskers after being pregnant with boys. One boy = 1 whisker. Thank goodness I’m not Mrs. Duggar. I’d have a full goatee!

Alright. It’s taken me time, but I’ve finally come to grips with “Fred”. Yep, all random hairs are named Fred for some reason…. totally different and long story.

“Fred” (my whisker) is akin to that family member that you don’t particularly like, but they keep showing up anyway. You know who I’m talking about?

I don’t know how he does it either. I think I”m pretty paranoid diligent about keeping a lookout for Fred, but one day I’ll find he’s back and he’s already 1/2 an inch long!

Do whiskers have super growth hormone or something? One day you don’t see them, the next they are all grown up? That doesn’t seem to be how hubby’s beard works.

I’ve seriously considered going to a laser hair removal place, but I haven’t figured out how to put up with a whisker long enough to drive myself over to someplace and have it zapped. Plus, would it hurt?

Guest blogger Daria works full-time at a consulting firm near Invesco Field and lives in Arvada, CO with her husband and their 3 children. She writes about leadership and management of both employees and family on her blog Mom In Management and about interior design and remodeling on her husband’s remodeling business website Simply Stunning, LLC. Go ahead and keep up with Daria’s posts by following her on twitter or facebook.

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  • comment avatar Amber Johnson November 4, 2010

    Whiskers are “one of those things they never tel you about.” And such a joy of growing older.

    No, I’ve never had anything lasered but I’m not opposed to it at all. It’s just the cost…I heard it’s pretty pricey.

  • comment avatar Daria November 4, 2010

    Yep, it is only one after all…. 🙂

  • comment avatar Jenna Hallock November 4, 2010

    Very funny post. These are the things that sneak up on you when you least expect it. But what do you do?? I just keep telling myself that older is beautiful in many, many ways… and I also believe that is totally true no matter what our youth worshiping culture says.

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  • comment avatar Daria November 4, 2010

    Thanks Jenna!

    No matter how much I recall my teenage figure fondly, I wouldn’t trade “Fred” to be young again. Confidence and comfort in my own skin is 100% better now than when I thought I knew it all. Even 5 dress sizes larger, I am really enjoying who I am in my 30’s…

    Good thing too because getting hairier is just one of many “joys” of aging that comes with this confidence! 🙂

  • comment avatar JoAnn November 5, 2010

    What’s even better is when your then 2yr-old daughter pretends to use her chopsticks as tweezers and very loudly and clearly announces to the restaurant, “I’m gonna tweeze the big ol’ hair on my chin!”

    Not that I’d know.


  • comment avatar Daria December 4, 2010


    That was the funniest darn post I’ve read in a LONG time, you should absolutely link it in the comments. I was cracking up and could ABSOLUTELY picture it!! 🙂


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