I am a danger to myself

or as an alternative title--"why girling it up is too much for me"

I have the crazy eyebrows. I mean CRAZY. They do not match, each eyebrow is thick and long and often curly like an old man. You pluck the wrong one and now you have a bald spot. I do not know if this is because I have the same face designer as LEatherface from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre or if it is genetic, as Dad has some crazy brows too. In any event, it is a burden.

Liza attempts to keep them waxed up good for me, but they can get kind of Sasquatch on me in between visits.

To keep them under control, I use this little trimmer thing of Barry's--it is handy dandy for in between visits. In the middle of the nite, I remembered that he will be leaving early this morning and I better address these things.

BAD idea. What do you think happened? No, I did not trim off my whole eyebrow--that would probably be better. I fumbled around so much that I accidently swiped the outside corner of my upper eyelid and now my EYELASHES are 1/8 of an inch long.

Probably no one will notice this and if you have not figured it out by now, I do not care if they do. I wonder though, do eyelashes grow? or just fall out and get replaced? What do I do about this? Will I end up blinded because there is next to no protection on my left eye outer corner?

I should have just stayed ugly.