My siblings and I have a quirky sense of humor. It's in the genes. I can't help it. I just have it.
But today I surprised even myself at how far my brain goes in that direction.
You do remember that I have ovarian cancer. I've finished six rounds of chemotherapy. That means, yep, I have no hair atop my head nor do I have eyelashes or eyebrows. It's really difficult using an eyebrow pencil to draw fake eyebrows when you have no line to follow...getting both to match can be tricky! "Fake" eyelashes are not quite so difficult...I simply use eyeliner and hope that people from 20 feet away won't notice that my eyelids are bare. Without brows and lashes I look rather like an egghead. (The noise you hear is me, sighing, waiting for hair/brows/lashes, which I figure will be around Thanksgiving.)
This morning I stopped at a yard sale. Right there on the table was a pair of fake eyelashes! My first thought was "I can use those!". Then I had second thoughts and figured people might recognize how really weird I am. Even though they were a mere 50 cents I used restraint and self-control and left them on the table. That was probably a good idea for these were not the normal black or brown. On the other hand, they would color-coordinate with any t-shirt in the closet!
I'm not complaining about lack of lashes, mind you. No, sirree! I'm blessed that chemo has been easy for me and as I often point out, at least chemo doesn't cause your teeth to fall out. I'd rather lose my hair any day than lose my teeth. Hair grows back. Teeth do not.
Today's verse? Philippians 4:4-7 Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice! Let your gentle spirit be known to all men. The Lord is near. Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.