Phobia Phriday #2

Dear Diary,
I'm starting something new today. I kind of touched on it last Thursday with the squirrels, but I am going to try out a new series of Friday posts entitled "Phobia Phriday". Isn't it witty? I thought of it on my own. Hehe! In this series, I will undergo a self-examination of myself and elaborate on my personal fears.

Today, I want to talk to you about genophobia: the fear of chins. I rediscovered this fear the other day when Mic took a huge chunk out of his beard while shaving. (Safety tip: don't shave while you're still asleep, even if it is an electric razor.) After Mic had cleaned up, he came to show me, and I had to cover my eyes so I wouldn't be as tempted to scream. The only way that it worked between Mic and I was that he had a beard that hid his chin. He's okay with me having a beard. I can't look at myself in the mirror without it. I just hope that Mic's beard comes back in soon. I can't even talk to him right now, because I can't get the image of his bare chin out of my head.
So Diary, don't you dare take a chunk out of my beard while I'm sleeping.
-Liz 8^O
UPDATE: Apparently I identified the wrong fear today. Geniophobia is the fear of chins, which I suffer from, but I had written genophobia, which is the fear of sex. Hehe, no worries there, Diary. (Get it? No worries...phobias? Never mind.)