She has inherited her father's nose hairs.
Joy here. That's right. I now have thick black hairs in my nostrils that like to play peek-a-boo with the world.
In fact, I just plucked one that was at least half an inch long.
Gross, right?
After doing this (and plucking a few of his smaller, less ambitious brothers) I walked into my bedroom and asked Mr. Marshall, "Want to hear something gross?"
"No. Thank you."
Spoilsport.
I opted to respect his feelings, though, rather than testing again how disgusted he'd have to be to no longer want to sleep with me.
So I had to come here to tell you, dear Internet.
Want to know one more thing?
Plucking nose hairs hurts like the Dickens. At least I think so. I'm not entirely clear about how much the Dickens hurt.
I think I'll keep plucking them anyway.
I really don't want my father's nostril hairs waving to the world from the middle of my face.
I'm curious. What have you inherited from your parents?
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