No Picture Today

Yesterday was my daughter's wedding.  We had two photographers.  As I was Mother Of The Bride, I figured prominently in plenty of pictures.  When I got back to the hotel, I had a Baileys and fell asleep quickly and soundly.  When I woke up I felt a little twinge in my chin. - could one sprain their chin?  No, but one could get the hugest, Mt Everest of pimples on ones chin, where a hated Crones Hair had sprung up and been unceremoniously plucked out with the nearest available tweezers.  Was this hideous creature with a life, (and possible family) of its own there yesterday for all of these treasured pictures?  Could no one have warned me?  Are they going to airbrush hundreds of pictures?  Did no one have extra-strength cover-up cream to lend me?  Or a nearby construction site with extra-strength Spackle I could borrow.  Could I have held my finger up to my chin a la Shirley Temple to obscure this blight on the landscape of my chin?  (Or in this case, three fingers!!)
But my point, and I do have one, is that when I lived in Seattle, my Crone Hairs were grey, a product of the stress of dealing with the weather, traffic, and the expense of living in such an expensive city.  The friendlier, slower, less expensive pace of Oklahoma has turned them back to black.  A Grey Crone's Hair I would have ignored!
On a side not, why is the Crone's Hair not studied more by the Bosley Institute on Hair Restoration?  At noon, your chin can be clear as the proverbial baby's bottom, and in less than 4 hours, one of those beauties will be half an inch long!  Let's put those toupee makers out of business.