In the post below this one I listed six random things about myself. Here's another one.
Every couple weeks I mutter these three little words to my husband.. "Pluck me, baby." This is because as I've aged I've started sprouting whisker like hairs on my neck.
I'll grab the tweezers, he'll grab a flashlight. Then he plucks me. Slowly and carefully.. and always a steady hand.
Sometimes I will tell him I need a good plucking. Sometimes he doesn't quite hear exactly what I'm saying and will get all excited.
Poor guy. What a disappointment. (Laugh.)