BZZT!

So the old shaver died, the beard trimmer. I was about ready for a new one anyway, as I'd dropped and broken the attachment long ago, and had to resort to using a comb to get the length right. It wasn't bad, but still took about three times longer than it should have.

I hit Walgreen's last night after working out and got a new trimmer.

Hair grows in the craziest damn places these days, and I do what I can to keep an eye out, making sure I don't have some crazy hair sticking out somewhere.

And sure enough, my eyebrows looked a little ragged.

I'll just trim that right quick, I thought.

BZZT.

And my eyebrow was gone.

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I WISH I HADN'T DONE THAT.

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I told MOBB what I'd done before showing her.

And she laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed some more.

Then she threw herself on the bed so she could laugh more comfortably.

She came over to have a close look at it. She said something about an eyebrow pencil, then laughed some more.

And, just to recover from all the laughing, she laughed a little more.

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SO, there I was with, uh, one eyebrow.

It looked pretty damn strange. I considered shaving the other one too just for a sense of balance, but I was scared I'd look too much like that Russian spy who died of radiation poisoning.

I did trim the other one just a bit, for some reason. I managed to actually keep that eyebrow though.

I'm working a half day today, and will soon be in a roomful of my peers. Ball caps are not allowed at work.

You know... you play the hand you're dealt, even if you deal it to yourself.

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Happy Friday.