Is it Sunday that you do favours? I asked someone today if they were going to church, half tongue in cheek, but the answer did not surprise me. I am going to Chapel at Cabrini Hospital he replied.
So Lord, on this day of favours, can you please stop putting the nourishment I put into my body with productive hair growth in my nose, in my ears, on my face, on my chest, on my stomach, the brows, the rear and the accoutrements. It is a bit pointless as I shave/cut/wax/pluck it off. That single one that grows from my shoulder and the other that grows from bicep (used advisedly) are downright silly. As soon as they appear, I get rid of them.
I don't mind if you put you put some extra hair on my head but better still, make the food energy intake into brain power and then I will only write sensible blog posts about current affairs, politics, living in a highrise building and history.
Ta in advance Boss.