So, I'm playing on my hand held computer device the other day and the light is just right that I catch a glimpse of myself in a reflection of the screen. I squinted harder and thought to myself what is that tiny chin beneath the big chin doing there? Granted, I was squinting downward and so all that skin had to go somewhere but hey, it was scary looking. Of course I went running to my bathroom mirror and did facial gymnastics for a while trying to convince myself gravity has not yet reached my chin. Wait, I have that wrong, don't I? Gravity starts at the top and goes downward. Maybe it hit my brain first.
Today my hairdresser and I had a chat about the pros and cons of shaving versus plucking facial hair. I related an experience I had of being in a public washroom and looking in the mirror only to find the lighting made it look like every stray facial hair I had was lit up with fiber optics. I thought to myself why the hell hasn't anyone pointed out to me all that hair in all the wrong places?! And where are a pair of tweezers when you need them?
Who knows, maybe by the time I'm 80 the hair and the skin will all gravitate downward and I will wake up one day to Hobbit's feet.