SHAVING

“ SSHAVING Two years ago, this past September, my sister, Gale and her MIL, Joanne came to visit. They brought the Golden pup who was a big hit in the neighborhood.! One day we were having lunch at Shark Bites nd the halibut fish and chips with malt vinegar was delicious. At one point, Joanne asked why I did not have more facial wrinkles. I looked at her and said, “I shave faithfully every day.” Gale nodded in agreement. It all started when I was 35, it was at my Grandmother Horn's funeral. She ws 93 and had died of ascending cholangitis after having her gallbladder removed. Side note, I worked at St. Al's in medical records. Her autopsy report came across my desk. This was way before HIPPA and confidentiality did not preclude reading family records. At any rate the autopsy showed her great vessels as clean as a whistle. I hope that I inheirit her constutition. Back to the funeral, my sister Ellen pointed at me and said, “Ok, look, Roucie is growing a mustache.” That was the end of the mustache. I did ask my doc for a test to rule out hirsutism by tumor on the pituitary. Yay, negative. So, I now have smooth facial features, but all other loose wrinkly, hair skin is other wise out of view.