As she raised her one good eyebrow her boobs exploded out of her shirt

I had another accident while trying to beautify myself.
Yes...I shaved most of my eyebrow off again.
The right side is almost completely gone.

HOW DOES SHIT LIKE THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?


"I don't know why these things keep happening to you Blonde Goddess, but don't I look pretty?"

And no...I was not intoxicated when I was trimming my eyebrows. In fact I was stone sober AND I was fully awake.I had no vibrating devices in my pants to distract me (like the last time this happened) AND the area was well lit.

I just put the wrong attachment on.
The short side instead of the long side.
Then ZIP...I was one eyebrow short.


"Well into her eighties, the Blonde Goddess still regretted the day forty years earlier when she accidentally shaved off her eyebrow."

So this was the look I sported when going out to sell for my former boss the other day.
And as if that wasn't bad enough, I totally walked into one place with half my chest exposed without realizing it.


"The special sales tactic that spells success!"

The good ole boy at the counter gave me the once over but that's normal. Unless some guy is gay or blind, he's going to look so I didn't think about it.
Then he spoke...

Good ole boy #1: What can I do for you today missy?

Me: Would Jay be available?

Good ole boy #1: Nope! He's left for the day. I reckon he'll be back tomorrah though.

Me: Well would it be possible to see someone else in the shipping department?

Good ole boy #1: I'll take a look-see for ya.

Good ole boy #2 appears and gives me the once over.

Good ole boy #2: I can't really help ya out darlin, but you can come back tommorah.

Me: Ok. Thank you for your time. I'll be back tomorrow. Is there a time you'd prefer for me to come back?

Good ole boy #2: Nope! Come on back anytime. You can even wear that shirt again, if you want. You sure are puttin a strain on that button though, aren't ya?

Me: (Looking down and finally noticing that my boobs are hanging out of my shirt.) Thank you. I'll be back tomorrow. (Smiling, I button my shirt and then walk out, TRYING to muster a little dignity.)

WHAT I REALLY wanted to do was jump up on the counter and yell at them good ole boys, "WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU FUCKSTICKS? HAVEN'T YOU EVER SEEN TITTIES BEFORE?"


"The only titties we ever seed wuz our mama's and the sow hog Lulu's."

Of course that would have probably ruined my chance of a sale, so I'm glad I controlled myself.
Zoloft is a miracle drug.
Seriously.

So today, I get to visit the good ole boys again and perhaps expose my breasts to them once more.
Eh...fuck it.
I'm wearing a top without buttons in the front.
They already got a show goddamnit.

*sigh*

That's it for now. I need to shower and get dressed.

Does anyone else have any embarrassing experiences to share like that?
I'd like to know.
I mean, I can't be the only one eyebrowed, half dressed woman in the world, right?

Who knows?
Maybe Mr.Man will bring me home a present tonight.



Heh...heh...heh...