I have strange habits. I'll admit. If candid camera followed me around, I'm sure there would be some raised eyebrows more often than not.
Speaking of eyebrows. I trim mine so they don't get too out of control. Well, that is, I did, until last night. The short version of the story is, never trust a trimmer guard. Especially when it's attached to a brand new trimmer. Because a 2 guard on the old one is NOT the same as the new one. Half a missing eyebrow and a dictionary of new cuss words later, I'm the proud owner of invisiblely blonde stubble. At that point, the only thing to be done was to super-trim both of them.
Did I mention that this was at 5:10 and I had a date at 6:00? Oy. In a pinch, letting your bangs fall naturally without putting a tight curl in them and some mascara make a great foxhole solution. As is though, I've got this perma-surprise thing going and some time to wait for them to grow back.
In the future, I'm going back to a bald blade and a comb as a guard. rassum frassum.