So I just searched through my Avon Graveyard to find the offending nose hair trimmers gone wild, and they WERE NOT THERE! I wanted to put a close-up photo on the Avon cam. I called across the house to my two young boys, 8 and 10, both scrubbing in the tub, asked them in my best no-nonsense howl, "Hey! Where did you put those nose hair trimmers that the man returned??" I heard a splash, two giggles, something hard hit the side of the fiberglass, then two staunch denials. Dang. Where did those things go?
Then it hit me. Duh. Of course. I marched to the front hall closet, the one clamied by Frankie the pot-bellied pig, pulled back the velvet drape, sifted through his treasures. Sure enough, one chewed bloody Avon Men's Personal Groomer. Gross.
Aw, I was gonna tell you about the guy who got the Avon "Personal Men's Groomer" - otherwise known as the infamous nose hair trimmers - stuck inside his left nostril. But really, what more can I say about such a sad situation? A stray hair jammed in the moving blades and rendered his nose bloody and useless. He threatened to sue, I refunded his money, added the tool to my Avon Graveyard. Sigh. And tomorrow, of course, I announce the winner of a brand new Avon Personal Men's Groomer. Caveat Emptor.
Ulak emailed me his vote in the Dude Week nose hair trimmer contest. Here it is:
I vote for "Joey" because his ideas of beauty and women are so different from how I think most women perceive those (many?) men who follow them, so then his view of things is the most unique! "The story told by the donkey is different from that of the donkey-man."
