Just popping in to say that I am home today after attending a mid-sized business meeting. The meeting content itself was good but not all was well.
First, the haircut I got last week is so bad it looks like I got it for free at the state mental hospital. Second, I packed the wrong slacks. Third, I found myself sitting between Somebody Important and a sunbeam, which illuminated my single chin hair.
So I had a chance to make a real splash as a High Powered Executive Business Woman but instead I came across as something of a hybrid Rod Stewart/billygoat wearing clown pants.
Cripes Suzette 
LOL!!! just be thankful you only have a SINGLE hair chin!
Let’s shift focus to the substance of the meeting, because I don’t think you give yourself enough credit for your competence sometimes. If the HPEBW was blind (or virtuously objective), how would she have perceived your contribution?
Too funny, your hair will grow out, but so will the hair of your chinny-chin-chin.
Gawd…chin hairs! Hate those bastards.
(It’s been a long winter.) I feel like those characters in Russian novels that reel around drinking whiskey neat and screaming at the sky. “Damn you, wretched wretched weather.)
my ear hair was 4 inches long.