Monday, January 19, 2009

Woolly Bully

I'm starting to get those big old man eyebrow hairs—just a couple, but that's plenty-enough, thank you. I currently yank them out (they're easy to grab hold of), but I suppose eventually I'll just yield to the relentless march of time and let them bloom into woolly startled caterpillars, crawling across my forehead.

When do the ear hairs arrive? I don't think I'm ready for that.


  1. I have fond childhood memories of watching my grandfather pluck and trim his big, bushy eyebrows.

  2. It's funny the things that can become fond childhood memories.