Since Thursday’s book signing at the Carle Place Barnes & Noble is for kids, and I tend to tower over most kids, and they insist on invading my personal space and looking up, I’ve adjusted my nose-hair clippers to the machete setting and spent a productive hour grooming myself. No point in me grossing them out. I’ve got a book to do that. (The results of the grooming, possibly mixed with a little alpaca wool, will make a nice sweater.)
My nose-hair clippers. So far, I've had no problem taking them on the plane with me.
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