The Battle of the Brows Winner Announced!
You know those random hairs that grow an inch overnight? If you are under 30, stick with me, it happens.
Mister and I sprouted one of those Wolfies in our eyebrows each on the same day. We have been Movember-ing that baby for a month in competition to see who can grow theirs the longest. And the winner is:
In the illustrious words of Miss Piggy: MOI!
Seems I grow a better Wolfie. Why do I call it Wolfie you ask? Funny story…
In grade 12 chemistry I was lab partner with a good friend of mine. Let’s call him CP for no real reason. CP sat down at his usual seat to my right and jumped back.
CP: What’s that?
Me: What are you talking about? (I was jumping because I knew he was talking about a giant poisonous something that we were going to have to extract the venom from in chemistry to produce an antidote. I was also aware he seemed to be pointing at me so was sure it was on my shirt. Thus the jumping. I was just being prudent.)
CP: That hair on your lip?
Me: What hair? I have a hair on my lip?(I began wiping my lip to dislodge said hair with no luck).
CP: It’s attached!
Me: Get it!
CP: No, you get it!
Me: Let’s be real CP. I can’t see the hair, you can. Get the fucking hair out now!
As a good friend, he pulled out the hair with his eyes shut and showed it to me like a trophy. It was long and black and hadn’t been there that morning.
Me: Holy Shit! That is a big hair. Where did it come from?
CP: I don’t know? You tell me. Maybe you are turning into a werewolf or something?
Thus the origins of the name Wolfie.
Just to sum up: I won the Wolfie competition. I am not a werewolf yet, but I am getting close.