Thursday, May 31, 2012

Yes, I'm A Senior Citizen

This came to me on email and I had to share it!

I'm the life of the party ... even if it lasts until 8 p.m.
I'm very good at opening childproof caps ... with a hammer.
I'm awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.
I'm smiling all the time because I can't hear a thing you're saying.
I'm sure everything I can't find is in a safe secure place, somewhere.
I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that's just my left leg.
I'm beginning to realize that aging is not for wimps.
Yes, I'm a SENIOR CITIZEN and I think I am having the time of my life!
Spread the laughter
Share the cheer
Let's be happy
While we're here.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

WTF Wednesday

Looking for a final resting place?  You are in luck!  The King's crypt is up for grabs.  The original tomb where Elvis Presley's remains were once laid to rest in Forest Hills Cemetary in Memphis Tennessee is vacant and waiting for you.  As the King's remains were relocated to Graceland, the Forest Hills crypt will be auctioned of in June.  The deal includes the crypt, opening and closing of the mausoleum for burial, an engraved memorial, and use of the chapel for a service.  Costs of funeral home services and transportation to Memphis are not a part of the package.


A brain surgeon from Denver, Colorado thought it would be fun to bury an engagement ring in the sand for his intended future bride to find while randomly digging in on the beach in Naples, Florida.  The only problem?  He forgot where he buried it.  After a couple of hours of digging, they had to hire someone with a metal detecter to search for it.  The ring was found eventually, but man, you wouldn't think getting engaged was as complicated as brain surgery!


Two convicted murderers escaped from an Arkansas jail by cutting through the window bars with a hacksaw blade.  Officials had no clue how the blade had been acquired.  Was it perhaps baked in a cake, or a batch of brownies?


Sorry, no photo for this one--you'll thank me!

A naked man was shot to death while trying to eat the face of a homeless man.  Yes, you read that right!  When he continued munching after several demands that he stop, the officers opened fire.  He ate on, until the 6th bullet finally killed him.

I'm at a loss for words here, but he could have at least dressed for dinner!  (Whoops!  Maybe that was in poor taste?)



Tuesday, May 29, 2012

We Lost

In the first playoff game of their series with Miami, the Celtics lost to the Heat.  They were behind the whole way, except for a tie score at half time.  

I'm bummed.   I really hope they play better Wednesday, but the Heat are a tough team, and the Celtics are feeling their age and injuries....except for Kevin Garnett.  He is unbelievable.

I'm just too sad to say anything more.


Monday, May 28, 2012

Happy Memorial Day

It is the
not the preacher,
who has given us freedom of religion.

It is
not the campus organizer,
who has given us freedom to assemble.

It is
not the lawyer,
who has given us the right to a fair trial.

It is
not the politician,
Who has given us the right to vote.

It is the
salutes the Flag,

It is

who serves
under the Flag,



Sunday, May 27, 2012

Silent Sunday

My Grand Niece


Saturday, May 26, 2012

Saturday Silliness

Jonah and the Whale

A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.

The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.

The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.

Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.

The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah."

The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?"

The little girl replied, " Then you ask him."


Artist At Work
A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work.

As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was.

The girl replied, "I'm drawing God."

The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like."

Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, "They will in a minute."


The Commandment for Sibling Safety
A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds.

After explaining the commandment to ' honour ' thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, ' Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters? '

From the back, one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, ' Thou shall not kill. '



    The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.

"Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, "There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer," or "That's Michael, he's a doctor."

A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, she's dead."


Eyes on You!

The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:

"Take only ONE.  God is watching."

Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.

A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples.."



Friday, May 25, 2012

This Memorial Day Weekend

A big thank you to all who have served and to those who are now serving!


Wednesday, May 23, 2012

WTF Wednesday

The number of loonies out there is frightening! 

 Sara Birge, who is known as the "human Barbie Doll" because she has had $500,000 worth of plastic surgery, gave her 7 year old daughter vouchers to get breast implants and other plastic surgery when she turns 18.  She also had photographs of the same 7-year old on a stripper pole and gave the photos to the British tabloids.  She has also encouraged her 15 year old daughter to have botox injections.  Kudos to Anderson  Cooper for telling her he thinks she's dreadful and ending his interview of her on his talk show!


Paster Charles Worley of Providence Baptist church of Maiden, North Carolin, in response to President Obama voicing support of gay marriage, preached a sermon to his congregation in which he suggested that all lesbians and homosexuals be quarrantined in pens behind electric fences, so they would die out, lacking the ability to reproduce.      So much for the "Love thy Neighbor" message I always thought was the basis of most Christian religions!

The NAACP, however has come out in support of gay marriage.


Am I the only one who thinks that Charlie Sheen appearing in a new Sitcom called "Anger Management" is slightly ironic.  Personally, I wouldn't watch anything he appeared in, but that's just me.


Some guy decided to take a dive over Niagra Falls, and lived?  Who does that?  Officials suspect it was a suicide attempt.  You gotta' be really unlucky to try to kill yourself that way and fail!


Beer maker Guinnness marked a 250 year anniversary by opening the worlds' first Under Sea Bar in a submarine converted for the purpose.  The winners of a contest to be the first patrons came all the way from Belgium to sip Guinness while they sank to the bottom of the Baltic Sea.  Talk about a bar being a "dive"...this is ridiculous!

Note:  The source of all of the above was Yahoo News.


Monday, May 21, 2012

I''ve Been Pimped!

I feel like a celebrity!  Terri Sonoda of "Terri's Little Corner" has posted a review of my new book, "Welcome to Singles' Night!" 

A funny and prolific writer herself, she has pimped my book big time on her blog!  I've been following Terri for a long time and she writes about looking for a new career after age 50.  Her posts are sometimes hysterical, sometimes poignant, but always a good read.  Plus, she writes fantastic fiction also.

Go check her out at Terri's Little Corner!   And don't just stop after reading her review of my book...check out some of her other posts.   And click on "Other Gigs" and see what other writing she does--she's a very talented and prolific lady (she would say I use the term "lady" loosely; she can be naughty on occasion, but whatever!).  

As I said, browse her blog;  you'll be glad you've found another writer to follow!

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Silent Sunday

My youngest son, Jason, with his son Nick and daughter Allie.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Saturday Silliness

Bird Talk

For forty years we have studied bird calls . There are so many different species, and to make it more difficult they have territorial accents just like people do.

The really amazing thing is, we have translated all of their calls. And the
message is always the same. No matter the breed or the location, the message is
always the same:

"Yay! Yay! Yay! Cats can't fly!"

The Birds and the Bees


Explosive Advice

A tough old cowboy from South Texas counseled his granddaughter that if she
wanted to live a long life, the secret was to sprinkle a pinch of gun powder on
her oatmeal every morning.

 The granddaughter did this religiously to the age of 103 when she died. She left behind 14 children, 30 grandchildren, 45 great-grandchildren, 25 great-great-grandchildren, and a 15-foot hole where the
crematorium used to be.

The Haircut

A guy stuck his head into a barbershop and asked, 'How long before I 
can get a haircut?'
The barber looked around the shop full of customers  and said, 'About 2 hours.'
The guy left.
A few days later, the same guy stuck his head in the door and asked, 'How long before I can get a haircut?' 
The barber looked around at the shop and said, 'About 3 hours.'
The guy left.
A week later, the same guy stuck his head in the  shop and asked, 'How long before I can get a haircut?
The barber looked around the shop and said, 'About an hour and a half '
The guy left.  The barber turned to his friend and said, 'Hey,  Bob, do me a favor. Follow that guy and see where he goes.  He keeps asking how long he has to wait for a haircut, but  then he doesn't ever come back.'
A little while later, Bob returned to the shop, laughing hysterically.
The barber asked, 'So, where does that guy go when he leaves?'
Bob looked up, wiped the tears from his eyes and said, 'Your house!'



Friday, May 18, 2012

Friday Fiction: Welcome to Singles Night! Chapter 15

A word of caution: this fiction series may occasionally stray from a PG-13 rating to an R rating. Proceed at your own risk!)

If you missed chapter 14, click here.

If this is your first visit and you want to start at chapter 1, click here.

          Outside Country Connections were patches of darkness where the parking lot lights didn’t quite reach.  This didn’t really present a problem for Ginger, as she knew exactly where Elizabeth had parked the Chevy Lumina.  It seemed odd to her that no one was on the porch necking or having a cigarette when she stepped outside, but the band was playing their version of “Do That to Me One More Time,” which was a favorite of couples who liked to rub against each other on the dance floor under the guise of dancing. 

          Ginger limped across the parking lot, still carrying the shoe with the broken heel.   “I wonder what my chances are of getting my money back on these; they’re practically brand new!” she muttered to no one in particular.  Just as she reached the car, she noticed someone coming toward her.

          “Well, hello, Beautiful.  I was wondering if you would be here tonight.  I was hoping we could pick up where we left off last week, before you pulled that vanishing act on me.”  It was Carl, the man she’d left the Connections with last week; seeing him through more sober eyes tonight, she was glad they didn’t “connect.”  He was a little drunk, she guessed, from his unsteady walk, and his blonde hair and beard on closer inspection looked like they hadn’t seen a shower in several days.  His tee shirt smelled of mildew, like it had stayed in the washer too long after the rinse cycle.

          “What do you say?  You wanna’ have a little fun tonight?”  He put his arms around her and backed her against the car, his hands near the roof, his arms forming barriers on each side of her.  His breath smelled of scotch and cigarettes, and maybe a hint of garlic—not an enticing combination.

          “I think I’ll pass tonight, if you don’t mind,” Ginger responded, trying to extricate herself from the enclosure of his burly arms.  Man, I must have been really wasted last week, she thought to herself.

          “Oh, but I’ve got a whole lot of lovin’ saved up for you, Baby.  I’ll make you happy you found me.  You WERE looking for me, weren’t you?  Well, I’m right here, all hard and ready to go,” he said as he pressed himself against her in what he considered a seductive manner.

            “I’m not interested,” she declared, trying to wriggle free.  He pulled her closer, his left hand cradling the back of her neck, his right hand moving down her back to her hip.  She raised her hands in an attempt to push him away, but he was strong and managed to find her mouth with his.  She turned her head away so his wet mouth slid off hers and across her cheek.

          “Oh, but I remember you were real interested last week; you practically inhaled my tongue and rubbed those juicy jugs against me ‘til I thought I’d explode right there on the dance floor. “  He increased the pressure on her neck and buttocks as she struggled to get out from between him and the car.

          “Let me go, Carl.  I don’t want to be with you.  Last week I’d had too much to drink and acted stupidly.   I’m sorry but you’re not my type.”  Then she remembered she had the car keys in her hand.  With a little maneuvering, she was able to grip the ignition key as though it were a weapon. 

          “Your lips tell me no, no, but there’s yes, yes in your eyes, as Dean Martin used to sing.  I know you really want me.” 

          “Let go of me, Carl, right now, or else,” she threatened.

          “Or else what, huh?  Or else what?” he laughed.  “Just what do you think you can do to me, little girl?”

            Ginger had slowly dropped her hand between them.  As he chuckled again, she quickly, with all the effort she could muster, jammed the key into his crotch area.   He screamed in pain and backed away, doubled over.  As soon as his grip on her loosened, she broke away and tried to run.  She had to get out from between the two cars parked in front of Liz’s before she could move freely.

          “You fucking bitch!”  He spat at her back and ran after her.

          Why didn’t we get here early enough to get a parking spot closer to the door, she asked herself, as she broke into a run.  She knew she couldn’t get any speed wearingonly one shoe, so she stopped and removed it.  The pause was just long enough.  Carl had a long stride and caught her by her hair almost immediately.  It hurt so much; she dropped the car keys and her shoes.  She fell to her knees, and with his right hand still enmeshed in her curly hair, he threw his left arm back and slapped her squarely across the face with the back of his hand.  The blow was hard enough that she saw stars in front of her eyes before she dropped all the way to the ground, unconscious, her lip cut open and bleeding.

This is the last chapter of Welcome to Singles Night that will appear on my blog.  The entire book (all 38 chapters and the epilogue!) are available on Kindle for $3.99.

If you don't have a Kindle, you can download a free application from Amazon to your computer or Ipad which will give you the ability to get Kindle books.   You can read more about this application by clicking here.

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What you don't have a Kindle, you have a Nook?  My books are available on Nook, if you click here.

I hope you've enjoyed Welcome to Singles Night and want to find out what happens to Ginger and Sandy and the others!  I'm working on another book now; watch for it on Kindle or Nook Books soon! 

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Thermy Thursday

CAUTION:  Todays Post is R-Rated!  I apologize in advance to anyone who may be offended.  If you offend easily, you may want to skip this blog for today.

Webster's College Dictionary defines thermy as "heat" or   "heat generation"

This post may be considered heat-generating, or downright HOT!

These photos came to me in an email the other day, and I decided I had to share them!

What would happen if some of the well-known companies out there allowed their logos to be placed on condom wrappers?

Now the famous Nike slogan "Just do it" gets a whole new meaning.

McDonalds' slogan would work perfectly!

Skittles might be the protection of choice for gay couples.

Adidas provides encouragement for the man who suffers from Erectile Disfunction.

This hamburger chains logo is for when you just want a quickie!

Pringles slogan is perfect for the guy who has a problem with premature ejaculation!

Then there's protection for the guy who's a total horndog!

There's a choice for the picky pecker.

Then there's the guy with unending stamina!

And there's even a choice for the serious gamer!

The photos came in my email; the commentary is mine. 

PS.  I couldn't bring myself to post the Kentucy Fried Chicken Logo.

I hope I didn't lose any followers!

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Odds and Ends

I'm loving my new Kindle!  I've read several books on it already and I can't believe the variety of books and price ranges from which you can make your selections!

I had a great Mother's Day; I had breakfast with son Jason and his fiance, and later in the day attended a grandson's soccer game, followed by a BBQ at Eric's.....he makes awesome pulled pork sandwiches!!

A great big thank you to Boom Boom Larough (I hope I remembered how to spell that!) for being the first person to buy my latest book "Welcome to Singles Night!"  (Remember, I'm saving money to attend Jason's "destination wedding" in Jamaica in May 2013!)

Tuesdays and Thursdays are Chamber of Horrors Days.  From 10:30 to 1130 a.m.  I work on my "abs of flab"!  I may be in pain  as you are reading this.

Filed an application for senior housing last week.  Mr. Eva and I are on the waiting list for several facilities that have no stairs, and places where the driveways are cleared of ice in the winter so I won't have a repeat of last February's "I've fallen and I can't get up."  Wish us would be wonderful to get there before the first snow storm of the winter.

I am suffering from "ring around the neck."  The sun was shining on my right side at the soccer game on Sunday, and now I have this pink half-circle from the center of my throat to the center of the nape of my neck; once it turns tan, I'll look like I forgot to bathe! 

That's it for odds and ends, folks!  Hope you're having a good day.


Sunday, May 13, 2012

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Saturday Silliness


It just hit me!

My dog sleeps about 20 hours a day.
He has his food prepared for him.
His meals are provided at no cost to him.
He visits the Dr. once a year for his checkup, and again during the year, if any medical needs arise.
For this he pays nothing, and nothing is required of him.
He lives in a nice neighborhood in a house that is much larger than he needs, but he is not required to do any upkeep.
If he makes a mess, someone else cleans it up.
He has his choice of luxurious places to sleep.
He receives these accommodations absolutely free.
He is living like a king, and has absolutely no expenses whatsoever.
All of his costs are picked up by others who earn a living.
I was just thinking about all this, and suddenly it hit me like a brick ..........
My dog is a CONGRESSMAN !!!!
A kindergarten pupil told his teacher he'd found a cat. She asked him if it was dead or alive.
"Dead." she was informed.
"How do you know?" she asked her pupil.
"Because I pissed in its ear and it didn't move" answered the child innocently.
"You did WHAT?!?" the teacher exclaimed in surprise.
"You know", explained the boy, "I leaned over and went 'Pssst!' and it didn't move."
A little boy was doing his math homework. He said to himself, "Two plus five, that son of a bitch is seven. Three plus six, that son of a bitch is nine."
His mother heard what he was saying and gasped "What are you doing?"
The little boy answered "I'm doing my math homework, Mom."
"And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?" the mother asked.
"Yes", he answered. Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, "What are you teaching my son in math?"
The teacher replied, "Right now, we are learning addition."
The mother asked, "And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that son of a bitch is four?"
After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, "What I taught them was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four."
12 of the finest (unintentional) double-entendres aired on British TV and radio

1. Ted Walsh - Horse Racing Commentator - 'This is really a lovely horse. I once rode her mother.'
2. New Zealand Rugby Commentator - 'Andrew Mehrtens loves it when Daryl Gibson comes inside of him.'
3. Pat Glenn, weightlifting commentator - 'And this is Gregoriava from Bulgaria .. I saw her snatch this morning and it was amazing!'
4. Harry Carpenter at the Oxford-Cambridge boat race 1977 - 'Ah, isn't that nice. The wife of the Cambridge President is kissing the Cox of the Oxford crew.'
5. US PGA Commentator - 'One of the reasons Arnie ( Arnold Palmer) is playing so well is that, before each tee shot, his wife takes out his balls and kisses them . Oh my god !! What have I just said??'
6. Carenza Lewis about finding food in the Middle Ages on 'Time Team Live' said: 'You'd eat beaver if you could get it.'
7. A female news anchor who, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked, 'So Bob, where's that eight inches you promised me last night?' Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too, because they were laughing so hard!
8. Steve Ryder covering the US Masters: 'Ballesteros felt much better today after a 69 yesterday.'
9. Clair Frisby talking about a jumbo hot dog on 'Look North' said: 'There's nothing like a big hot sausage inside you on a cold night like this. '
10 Mike Hallett discussing missed snooker shots on 'Sky Sports': 'Stephen Hendry jumps on Steve Davis's misses every chance he gets.'
11. Michael Buerk on watching Philippa Forrester cuddle up to a male astronomer for warmth during BBC1's UK eclipse coverage remarked: 'They seem cold out there. They're rubbing each other and he's only come in his shorts.'
12. Ken Brown commentating on golfer Nick Faldo and his caddie Fanny Sunneson lining-up shots at the Scottish Open: 'Some weeks Nick likes to use Fanny; other weeks he prefers to do it by himself.'

Friday, May 11, 2012

Friday Fiction: Welcome to Singles Night Chapter 14

(A word of caution: this fiction series may occasionally stray from a PG-13 rating to an R rating. Proceed at your own risk!)

If you missed chapter 13, click here.

If this is your first visit and you want to start at chapter 1, click here.

          Another Friday night found Sandy, Elizabeth, and Ginger back on the road to Country Connections.  Liz was at the wheel, with Sandy riding shotgun, and Ginger was in the back seat.  The radio was blaring Billy Joel’s “It’s Still Rock and Roll to Me,” and the three women were singing along.  The awkwardness between Sandy and Ginger had evaporated during the week at work, and all seemed back to normal.  The song ended and they burst into laughter.

          “Well, who’s gonna’ get lucky tonight?” asked Ginger, with a grin.  “Let’s hope we meet some hot guys who appreciate us!”

         “I’d be happy just to meet a guy with a brain and a job; that would make him ‘hot’ to me!” exclaimed Liz.  “I want someone I can carry on a conversation with about something other than the best brand of beer or the advantages of smoking pot.”

          “I hear you,” agreed Sandy.  “I want someone who has a brain and is looking for a relationship, not just a quick roll in the hay.”

          “Amen!” added Liz. 

           “At this point, I could go for a quick roll in the hay, and worry about conversation later.  I want a man who speaks to my body right now; I’ll look for my soul mate later,” declared Ginger.  “I’ve been celibate for months, and not by choice!  I think I’m going through withdrawal!”

          At this, Sandy and Liz roared with laughter.  “You’re terrible, Ginger,” teased Sandy.

           “I’m just telling it like it is, ladies.  If you don’t use it, you lose it, you know.”

           “If that’s the case, then I lost it ages ago,” wailed Liz.  That comment sent them into a fit of giggles as she pulled into the parking lot at Country Connections.  The lights around the porch were bright and inviting, as was the ‘Welcome’ sign on the roof.  They were running a little later than usual tonight, and their usual parking spaces were taken.  Finally, Liz parked the car near the back of the lot, and the women climbed out, brimming with expectation for whatever was waiting inside the doors of the pleasure palace.

          There was already a good-sized crowd inside, and as soon as they had paid their $5.00 admission and received their hand stamps, they hurried to get a good table.  A good table, of course, was one with empty chairs near the dance floor; your chances of getting asked to dance increased with your proximity to the dance floor.  Only the bravest male souls would venture far into the space between the tables close to the wall, lest they be rejected and have to walk the ‘path of shame’ back to the dance floor.  Most of the women had this figured out already, so the good seats went fast.

          Patty Blanchette was belting out a countrified version of “This Crazy Little Thing Called Love” to the accompaniment of the Sidewinders, and couples were already going to town on the dance floor.   After a couple of hours of dancing, Ginger came limping back to the table, holding her shoe in her hand.

          “Will you look at this?” she moaned, holding out the culprit with the broken heel.  “I paid good money for these!  I can’t believe this is the second damned heel I’ve ruined.”

          Elizabeth and Sandy examined the shoe sympathetically.  “What will you do now?  Dance in your stocking feet?”  asked Sandy.

          “Well, I was afraid my feet would ache in these new shoes, so I brought an extra pair.  They’re in the car.  Can I have the keys, Liz?”

          Without hesitation, Elizabeth dug in her purse until she pulled out the keys to her Lumina and tossed them to Ginger, a move she would later regret. 

          “Thanks!  I’ll be right back.”  With that, Ginger took off for the door and out to the parking lot.
(To Be Continued)


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

WTF Wednesday

I do not claim to be a fashion expert by any means, but these outfits worn by celebs to the Metropolitan Opera Ball scream F'ugly to me!

The front of this dress looks to me like she's got some kind of creeping fungus crawling over her!

And the purple bottom looks like she dropped her feather boa, or she is wearing some really strange boots!

The back shows way more of her than I care to see!
This one just defies description!  One wrong move or slight breeze and the world sees her hoo hah!

And F'Ugly choices weren't limited to the women!  This guy could have at least worn black boxers under the lacy shift.  And I really don't understand the socks and shoe choice.


And on another note....There's a high school in Georgia that has 12 sets of twins in it's graduating class!   Is it something in the water, or what?


In a grand gesture of tolerance, the North Carolina state legislature has effectively banned gay marriage, civil unions, and domestic partnerships.


My last WTF is personal.  I didn't pick it up from the media.

I was looking in the mirror this morning and spotted a lone white hair, about an inch long sprouting out from my throat, below my third chin, and approximately where my Adam's apple would be if I had one.  I found this startling because I carefully search my visage for rogue hairs on a regular basis.  Usually they are black and easy to spot.  This little devil had escaped detection until now, probably because it's whiteness matched my Maine winter complexion.

Not sure what to do, I weighed my options.  Perhaps I could attach a decorative barrette for a saucy but stylish look;  maybe tying a ribbon around it, like a ponytail would be appropriate.  Or maybe I should attack it with my curling iron and turn it into a ringlet?  In the end, I plucked it out, which seemed a shame, since it had obviously been around a while to have reached such a length.  I can tell I'm going to have to be more diligent in my "hair hunts."  Missing too many could be F'Ugly!