I decided in a fit of boredom, disgust and the fact that I accidentally found the pluckers to pluck my eyebrows.
I was beginning to look neanderthal. Haven’t done this in, I don’t know, 10 years or something. The Lil’wrekker has ‘done me’ a couple times out of her own disgust at my inattentiveness to personal grooming.
Ya know, this isn’t easy with my vision impairments.
I get all set. The pluckers, the 4x-enlarged hand mirror and no kids or pets in the near vicinity judging me. I’ve got witch-hazel and Kleenex. Never know. Might be blood letting involved.
Start the right eye. It’s harder for me to do. My plan is to do the hard one first. So maybe I can finish.
Well…half way through I get the hiccups. Not good.
(Little back story: I’ve been having hiccups alot. I have a little personal-for-me-made video that scares the crap outta me every time I view it. Works everytime. Thx, Zo)
So I did the video. Stopped hiccups and plucked a few more hairs. Stopped to watch a bit of a movie I had on. Look again. Dang, gotta gap. Pluck around to make it better-ish. I noticed my hand tremor a couple times. This is worrying. My hand tremor is not supposed to happen. My brain has been fixed. Right, Doc?
More hiccups. More video viewing. More hand tremors. I got a nervous cough. Finally surrendered into giggles that may have turned into tears. Damnit. I’m just useless.
I lay back on my pillow. One eyebrow gapped, stoopid and unfinished. The easy eyebrow not even started.
I look up over my forehead, Bear and Meeko are now on the headboard looking down at me with a look of, no…that’s not concern, more like pity. I think.
Nothing more self-defeating than a pair of Snooty Siamese cats pitying you.
I just gave up. In my very active, busy life (ri—ght🤔, I napped) I forgot all about it.
Til dinnertime. The Lil’wrekker was eyeballing me across the table. I said “What!?” Oops. I remembered.
I did not raise my children to be judgemental. Maybe I preferred uneven, gapped, unfinished eyebrows. I gave her a dirty look. And ate.
She got up and was picking up plates and got around to me and leaned in and with some slimy snark in her voice said “Don’t worry, Ma, I can fix that little thing for you.” And patted my shoulder.
I have half a mind to just not do it. Just go around like this. Who really cares?
She did.
Came in, and in about 5 minutes. Perfect eyebrows. That girl is a wonder to behold!