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Thinking Inside the … Bag

The human female is back at work.  About which, more later…  In the meantime, I will content myself with a bit of mischief around the house.

It is a sad, sad fact of Midgardian physiology that some females, once they achieve a certain age, tend to have much in common with billy goats.  Their skin dries out and their feet look more like hooves.  Their querulous voices take on a bleating quality.  And, most of all, they are very prone to chin whiskers.

The human female whose abode I share excels in this production of excess facial hair.  Between the bushy eyebrows and the hair on her chinny-chin-chin, she is vigilant in including plucking in her slap-dash “beauty” regimen.

Which is why I expect she will panic for the better part of a week when I hide the tweezers in this bag of cotton balls and then turn the bag over…

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How many times will she paw through her cosmetics drawer?  Will she find them before she caves in and buys a replacement pair?  Will the human male have to purchase a livestock license?  Oh, the suspense!

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