I stepped out of the shower this morning and began to towell off. “Eek!” I cried as I looked down, “I have a hairy chest!” Then as my horror mounted I realized I had sprouted a beard as well! With abhorrence I cast the offender away and plunged back into the shower. After I was dehaired and dressed I went in search of my husband.
“Darling,” I asked in a venom sweet voice, “did you by chance use my towell last night when cutting your hair?”
Paul looked at me shocked as I explained my unexpected hairy chest and beard. “I used the green towell!” He said. (Mine was purple)
“Umm, my hair is not short and black, dear.”
“Oh, no! I did use it when my hair was too wet and not cutting well.”
“Uhuh,” I said, “now I know what the bearded lady felt like.”
Ladies, beware of hubbies who cut their own hair.