Or, maybe, it's a potentially lethal instrument in the hands of an incompetent. I'll let you decide.
As a general rule, I don't put on all of my make-up every day. I prefer the natural look when I'm folding boxers and scrubbing toilets. But, a little natural can go a long and scary way. So, even on my grungiest days, I like to curl my eyelashes and put on a little lip gloss. I also wear pretty panties and Chanel No. 5, but that's another post . . .
Anyway, I was standing in the bathroom yesterday morning with the above pictured device clamped firmly on my eyelashes when Baby Puppy rushed into the bathroom.
"Mom, guess what?" she screeched.
Here's where this post becomes a showcase for stupidity. I said, "what, baby," and, without releasing my lashes or moving my hand even a centimeter, I turned my head to look at her. In the process, I yanked out half of my eyelashes.
Oh, it hurt, it hurt! Kind of like being punched in the eye with a cactus. But, that's not the worst part. Let's just say that my natural look now looks decidedly unnatural. Kind of cockeyed. Or, perpetually surprised.
Anybody know how long it takes eyelashes to grow back?