And do you know why I am sort of grateful for all of that yuck and goo? (Well, not for Mad's. That's just sad.) Because my eyebrows started growing long.
Not just long. Curly and long.
And I, style maven that I am (not), decided to trim them myself.
Pawing my way through the beauty supply drawer in my
Eyebrow brush? Not on your life.
Special clippers or scissors or whatever the hell people use to accomplish this task? Bah. Ha. Ha.
Just me, the scissors that Tom recently used for some nefarious purpose that apparently dulled the blades (a fact I didn't realize until trying to trim Mad's bangs last night), my eyebrows-gone-wild and a lot of tension.
What could go wrong?
Yeah, no. I'm not including any photos. I suck. Whatever.
I will say that there are no unruly or long hairs on my face at this moment.
Okay, yes, there might be a shocking lack of hair in the middle of my right brow. I'm telling myself that people will think I have a cool scar.
It's hard to maintain the delusion, though, when my Nancy saw it and laughed out loud this morning. She tried to hold it in. Couldn't. Kind of loud. May have created a different type of scar.
