7th grade (maybe?)...
I had been experimenting with that hip new fad... you know the one... where you shave rectangles above your ears with a #1 or #2 attachment and then go bare-bones for the the 3 lines through it... Vanilla Ice?
I had just polished off a sweet session with a #1 attachment, switched over to unadulterated line blazer and went to town. Afterwards, I gave myself a wink in the mirror (cause I was lookin' Vanilla D'licious!) and noticed that something was a little off balance.... It wasn't the lines, fo' DAMN sure!, nor was it the rectangles, each was carefully measured against the 8 x 16 lego greenscape piece from my brother's collection (good for ages 3 and up...).
I had decided, and I swear that this was not drug induced, that in order to balance it out, I would need to shave lines in my eyebrows. One line in the left brow... one line in the right brow... dang, a little off... another [corrective] line in the right brown... one more line in the left brow... completely off balance... goodbye brows (and dignity).
During school the next day I was able to avoid any embarrassing situations by weaving a tale of woe that included our gas stove, the 'tic tic tic'ing of it not lighting right away, me going in for a closer look, and a rather comical 'POOF' sound. All put together, it seemed like a great way to lose a couple eyebrows! Hello CHICKS!
The plan worked for about an hour and 13 minutes. Then someone asked how my eye lashes were able to escape harm... a detail I overlooked... and 37 seconds later word had spread across the Adirondacks that I had shaved my brows. No biggie, I'd dealt w more embarrassing situations than that... in a week, nobody will remember anything about it.
HERE"S THE FUNNY PART!!!
Pictures for the yearbook were that day! Ohhhh, its great... Captured as a piece of history.
THAT is all about me...
