Okay. So a couple of years ago I had an incident that involved a razor and my eyebrow. You might be sitting there thinking - WHY -- why would she shave her eyebrow? Weeeeelll. I was late and I had an important meeting ---- and my tweezers were MIA. So.... I saw the razor and thought.... what the hell... why not? I'll tell you why not. It is really hard to drive a car with blood in your eyes and -- it is really hard to look dignified sitting in aforementioned meeting with blood dripping down your face. Funnier still. I muttered some excuse about a science experiment gone awry when the senior partner turned to me and said "Shave your eyebrow?". She didn't really say it as much as she announced it. And everyone just sat and stared at me. Now how the hell would she know that. My expression must have displayed my shock. On the way out of the meeting she turned to me and in a conspiratorial tone said.... "Well. Once you've done it to yourself you recognize it when someone else does it." I'm still waiting to burn someone by spotting their secret.
So now I wax. And for a while I would have done Mr. Miyagi proud (may he rest in peace) until the day I waxed my entire eyebrow off - except just the tiniest tuft at one end. I looked really "special". Now my friend helps me. She was embarrassed to be seen in public with me, I think. (Don't answer that Carrie).
You should all be terribly proud of me today. I saw the razor and was tempted but managed not to do it. Finally a lesson learned I guess - well it might be a little thing but some days you just have to hold on to them no matter how small they are...