…the level of my own stupidity amazes me.  Last night I was laying down, letting my daughter pluck my eyebrows because… 

Well, because I am lazy and she’s good at it.

Anyway, she hands me the mirror, I take a look and see a lone hair that she’s missed.  I asked her for the tweezers and promptly stabbed myself in the eye.  Apparently, plucking eyebrows while laying flat on your back isn’t a good idea.  

No worries, though.  I’m fine.  It hurt like several curse words last night–am making a concerted effort to clean up my language–but feels much better this morning.

Oy, vey, the things I can mess up.