Whiskers

My granddaughter Addie snuggled up to me on the couch one day, took a second look, and said, "Grandma, you have whiskers like Daddy!" AARGH. Lots of things change with age, but that thing is just wrong. I mentioned once that I didn't want to end up someplace where no one ever visits because I look so terrible. My daughter Andrea said, "You can live with us, and I'll pluck your whiskers every day." My daughter-in-law Deanne said, "I thought we could all pitch in for electrolysis." Either way. They made me feel loved. It's nice to know when I eventually die, it won't have to be alone. With a beard.