Don't Use a Razor On Your Eyebrows
For the very first time, I took a few minutes today to download photos to a new author page for Face Book. My sister put together the page for me and I went through the archives and wrote a caption for each posted photo.
A couple of things struck me down while doing this:
1). I've had a full life of wonderful friends, family, and experiences. From signing books in New York to meeting the Fonz, to speaking at Women & Children's Hospital of Buffalo, to partying on a penthouse in Miami...the writing has indeed been fun.
2). I look like a dope in most of the photos. Either too breasty, too much belly fat, eyes closed, hat on, tennis shoes on in a business setting...beer in my hand.
What the hell happened? Leonardo I am not.
So, the other night, in one of my 'I wanna' change my clothes, my hair, my face,' moments, I decided to shave and give the goatee a trim.
I got the work done and then looked at my eyebrows.
The razor trims the goat well...why the hell not.
I don't recommend it.
I look like Bob Geldof from the movie The Wall.
I chopped a nice hunk of hair that fell to the sink as I said, 'Oh Jesus.'
Don't you love that precise moment. The second when self-knowledge comes rushing forward - immediately after you've really f---ed something up.
"Uh-oh," I said.
"What?" Kathy asked in deep concern.
Moments later, she was laughing.
Visit my author's page - have a few laughs at my expense, but check out the books too.
A couple of things struck me down while doing this:
1). I've had a full life of wonderful friends, family, and experiences. From signing books in New York to meeting the Fonz, to speaking at Women & Children's Hospital of Buffalo, to partying on a penthouse in Miami...the writing has indeed been fun.
2). I look like a dope in most of the photos. Either too breasty, too much belly fat, eyes closed, hat on, tennis shoes on in a business setting...beer in my hand.
What the hell happened? Leonardo I am not.
So, the other night, in one of my 'I wanna' change my clothes, my hair, my face,' moments, I decided to shave and give the goatee a trim.
I got the work done and then looked at my eyebrows.
The razor trims the goat well...why the hell not.
I don't recommend it.
I look like Bob Geldof from the movie The Wall.
I chopped a nice hunk of hair that fell to the sink as I said, 'Oh Jesus.'
Don't you love that precise moment. The second when self-knowledge comes rushing forward - immediately after you've really f---ed something up.
"Uh-oh," I said.
"What?" Kathy asked in deep concern.
Moments later, she was laughing.
Visit my author's page - have a few laughs at my expense, but check out the books too.
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