The punchline on my face.

This morning I said adieu to a companion of mine, my Little White Eyebrow Hair.

Unlike the reaction of the majority of women who spot a renegade eyebrow hair, my reaction is to leave the sucker in for a couple weeks.  (My friends, Karen and Sherri, find this to be an extremely repulsive decision.)

“Why leave it in?” you ask?

Little White Eyebrow Hair makes me laugh!  He’s like a punchline on my face.  He grows to be twice as long as all of his cousins, the Regular Eyebrow Hairs.  (I measured this morning.  He was an inch long!)  Additionally, his texture is thinner and squirrellier (yes, Wiktionary says that’s a word).  He’s clearly a mentally unstable eyebrow hair.  And that amuses me.

Little White Eyebrow Hair doesn’t show up most of the time.  In fact, he’s so light, he’s almost transparent.  It’s hard to spot him as he usually operates undercover, camouflaged by the Regular Eyebrow Hairs.  So on the rare occasion that I do discover him floating solo and hovering high above his normal abode, I laugh and tuck him back inside.

Why would I tweeze my facial punchline?

Well… Because after hearing the same joke over and over, eventually it loses its gas.

So I said goodbye to Little White Eyebrow Hair for now.  It kinda hurts his feelings whenever I do this.  He sulks off and usually doesn’t return for a good six months to a year.

Adieu, old friend.