I had this really sweet, mushy post written and almost ready to post. I took a break from it for a few minutes because it wasn’t sounding exactly how I wanted it to. I decided to go into the bathroom, wash my face and get ready for bed.
I got sidetracked. It happens, what can I say. I’ve told you before that I have A.D.D.
I started inspecting my face. Up close. You know, like sitting on the counter, nose against mirror.
I noticed my eyebrows, which I’ve been letting grow out so that the arch can be reshaped. Because, like my post, they weren’t taking shape the way I wanted them to. The nice thing about hair…even eyebrows…they grow out.
So, as I was saying…I was nose to nose with the mirror, checking out the bush that was growing above my eyes. When, to my horror, I noticed this one rogue hair at the top of my left eyebrow.
Look at the size of that thing. I should let it grow longer in the event that I may someday need to use it for a combover.
I don’t think I’m going to be able to wait until the weekend to get my eyebrows waxed. This is a national emergency.
I’m off to tweeze.
P.S…if I screw up, I can let them grow back again. Even THAT one.
P.P.S…It could be worse. It could have been a nose hair.
P.P.P.S…Or one in my ear.