I'm growing my eyebrows out.

Good thing I have bangs to cover up that fact.

Guess what's worse than growing  eyebrows.

If you said bangs, then you are probably a woman.

"I'm probably never going to blog again,"

is what I told Marie two nights ago. And I sincerely meant it.

But then I was like, "Wait."

I mean, have I told you about the time I was taking a nap on my couch and I woke up to this amazingly handsome man with Prince Eric's looks and Aaron Tveit's hair who Peter Panned himself through my window and made me kiss him? I had no choice in the matter.

I haven't told you?

Oh man. It's a GREAT story.



Or it would've been if I hadn't woken up. :-/

(Once Upon a Time is ruining my life.)