TypePad just fixed my categories, so I went back through and assigned
all of my most recent posts. To my dismay and alarm, the great vast
majority of them included "Whine with that Cheese" as a category. So
I've given myself the obligatory bitch-slap and told myself to snap out
of it. Today's post will not be whiny. Nosiree.Now, I think
it's only fitting that after five long years of blogging you, my dear
readers, should be introduced to someone very near and dear to me: My
eyebrow. Oh wait, my eyebrow begs your pardon and asks to be referred
to by his full name, The Eyebrow.Very few of you know me in
person, but if you did, it would only take ten minutes (sometime far
less) before The Eyebrow would make his appearance. It is a phenomena
quite beyond my control, inherited, and - it would appear - a dominant
trait. My father, my uncle, my cousin, and both of my daughters have
inherited The Eyebrow, though, truth be told I do know pretend to know
what theirs prefer to be called.The Eyebrow figures largely in
my expressions and without it, people would be left wondering who I was
or what, exactly, I was trying to say. Botox has no place in my future.
Unless my future involves witness protection. In which case,
eliminating The Eyebrow may be all it takes to disguise me.Yesterday
I took some self portraits for the Web site of my newest business
venture. If find self portraits awkward, but fun. I took a few of The
Eyebrow just to see what he looked like, because I usually try my best
to keep him out of photo ops.Without further ado, it is my honor and privledge to introduce you to:
 the eyebrow with text, originally uploaded by uncommonjulia.
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Now, I think it's only fitting that after five long years of blogging you, my dear readers, should be introduced to someone very near and dear to me: My eyebrow. Oh wait, my eyebrow begs your pardon and asks to be referred to by his full name, The Eyebrow.
Very few of you know me in person, but if you did, it would only take ten minutes (sometime far less) before The Eyebrow would make his appearance. It is a phenomena quite beyond my control, inherited, and - it would appear - a dominant trait. My father, my uncle, my cousin, and both of my daughters have inherited The Eyebrow, though, truth be told I do know pretend to know what theirs prefer to be called.
The Eyebrow figures largely in my expressions and without it, people would be left wondering who I was or what, exactly, I was trying to say. Botox has no place in my future. Unless my future involves witness protection. In which case, eliminating The Eyebrow may be all it takes to disguise me.
Yesterday I took some self portraits for the Web site of my newest business venture. If find self portraits awkward, but fun. I took a few of The Eyebrow just to see what he looked like, because I usually try my best to keep him out of photo ops.
Without further ado, it is my honor and privledge to introduce you to:
the eyebrow with text, originally uploaded by uncommonjulia.