One of the unexpected side-effects of growing my super-manly Fu Manchu mustache for Movember has been my out-of-control eyebrows. You know those people who don’t really have eyebrows, like Whoopi Goldberg? Yeah, that’s me. Usually. But for some weird reason, my eyebrows have been growing out of control. They seem to have lives of their own these days.
Busy daddy said, “Oh, it’s that old Chinese man thing, with the eyebrows.” I said, When did I become freakin’ Pat Morita? Busy daddy said, “Pat Morita is an old Japanese man, not an old Chinese man like you.” I said, Same difference. Busy daddy said, “Racist.”