About every 3 or 4 months, I grow an extra-long eyebrow hair in my right eyebrow. It goes pretty much unnoticed by everyone except for me, as it is always very blonde and very thin. I’ll just get a feeling one day, and reach up to check, and yes! It’s back!
I love this eyebrow hair, and become obsessed with it as it grows. Every so often my hand will sneak up to stroke it, much like I imagine I’d stroke a beard or a moustache if I had one. I sit in front of the mirror and pull it gently to prove to myself it’s still there and attached.
I made the mistake of pointing it out to my roommates once, who immediately offered to pluck it for me. When I refused, they moved from offering help to threatening to pluck it as I slept. I don’t have to tell you it was a sleepless night.
I got that special feeling today at lunch as I ate my apple and peanut M&M’s (I ate my pb&j at 10:00 because I skipped breakfast). I reached up, hoping for the best but prepared for the worst. My fingers slid across my eyebrow until I was able to detect and wrap my index finger around the renegade hair.
Long, boring budget meeting? Stressfull phone call with my grandmother? It is the MAD Cat to my Dr. Claw. Seriously, this thing is almost
better than as good as a cold beer.