Monday, April 21, 2008

How I love my brother

I am the best man in my brother's wedding this Saturday. I can tell that it is important to me because everyday this week I have been coming home from my jog, getting out of the shower, and plucking nose hairs. Yes, that's right, plucking nose hairs. With tweezers. It is excruciating.

Mind you, this is all my own doing - he has made no requests that lead me to believe he would have even thought about my nose hairs. But gosh darn, if he has taught me one thing, there is a right way to do everything, and if you really, really want to have a nice clean nose, you have to pluck - the trimmer just doesn't do the job.

Try it... it makes you cry and sneeze all at once! I am not even kidding.

1 comment:

Will Read said...

Yeah, plucking is the worst for that very reason. I tried to do it all at once. I like your appract, a few at a time, that seems more doable.