Not by the Hair on my Chinny Chin Chin

True confession time. I have a bunch of totally annoying chin hairs on my chin. I pick at them, but of course they never come out. That would require tweezers. But Howie is King of Lasers and has one that does hair removal, so today I had a date with my personal dermatologist to remove my chin hairs.

Where was my camera when I needed it? Usually I carry it in my purse for moments such as this. But I left my purse in the car. It would have made a fabulous Kodak moment.

He placed these reddish really cool shades on -- oh how handsome(!), handed me a pair of goggles, and then locked the door. Locked the door?!?!

So I asked the question tearing through my mind, "Am I here for anything more than chin hair removal? Uh...you locked the door, is this an intimate rendez vous?" I couldn't imagine that chin hair removal could be, well, inviting. Oh, and it wasn't.

I guess there is a huge problem if someone walks into the room while the laser is zapping so there is a "No Admittance" sign on the door, as well as locking the door for extra precaution.

I forgot to ask what would happen if someone came in while the laser was burning off chin hairs.

Oh, and it doesn't work on the blond ones, you can't pluck before you have it done, and boy can you smell the singe when the dark ones go up in smoke.

Divas can't have chin hairs, you know...