Getting Even

Unwanted facial hair. Yep, hubby Dale and I have reached that age. His ears spawn renegade hair. Nose tendrils, if left untrimmed, poke out his nostrils. And me? I’ve got chin hairs that I swear are as thick as pipe cleaners. There are advantages to getting older. This hair thing is soooooooo not one of them. I mean, get this. For my birthday Dale gave me state-of-the-art tweezers and I was as thrilled as if the gift had come from Tiffany’s. Well, okay, not quite as thrilled but there was a time when such a gift would have been grounds for divorce. No more.

Dale and I swore a sacred oath that we will not allow the other to have unwanted facial hair. So imagine my shock and annoyance when, on the way to a party, he said,