Sometimes one’s nearest and dearest just let one down horribly. For instance, today as I was spackling my face (at my age, there’s so much to hide and cover, it’s beyond “make up”) I discovered a very long chin whisker. With a few more of those, a guitar and some sunglasses, I could pass for Billy Gibbons of ZZ Top. And do you think any of my friends and family told me of the existence of this offending, impending beard? Of course not. I have been abandoned, neglected. I will be waxing tonight.