Monday, August 5, 2013


All my life, whenever I (or anyone near me) finds a hair in their food, I have been blamed. And I kinda deserved that blame. I'd duck my head and kinda sheepishly say, "yep, prob'ly mine." In fact, my roommates when I was a college freshman called me "Hairy Beast" because the hair - it was just everywhere.

NO MORE! If this isn't an upside to cancer, I don't know what is. I now have the internal satisfaction of knowing that when a mystery hair appears in my food, it is most definitely not mine and I can now begin casting blame. Yay!....right?