Who Needs Eyebrows?

For the most part, today was normal. Regular things happened at regular moments. I was three centimeters from bed when I heard a convo taking place between my boss (buffy) and madame awesome. It took me a bit to fully comprehend the complete concept, and finally it hit me, simply eyebrows. I'm more than confident that somewhere on the wonderful world wide web, there is a picture of me with nasty, thick, overgrown eyebrows. I usually keep up with my eyebrows like Ray Charles keeps up with his own yard work. I DO NOT however take matters into my own hands, razors, or hot wax. Putting me in charge of my eyebrows with a tool or weapon is equivalent to putting Ray Charles on a riding mower with his foot DUCK taped to the pedal. Madame awesome is no more experienced with eyebrow cropping than I, but she is a firm believer in high-jacking buffy's razor at her convenience . The problem is she crops her eyebrows vertically rather then horizontally. On the other hand, she only did one eyebrow, I don't know why that is on the other hand. I will inform you when the eyebrow returns. Until next time, don't do your own eyebrows.

FAIL!