“What did you do to your face?” my husband asked as he peered at me from the bathroom doorway.
I tried to look nonchalant. It was actually pretty easy to look nonchalant because my eyebrows were locked in a nonchalant position.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I shrugged.
He raised his eyebrows. I tried to raise mine back. No luck.
“You did something. You look different,” he said peering some more.
“Younger?” I asked hopefully.
“Noooo … .”
“Smoother?” I prompted.
“Noooo … .”
“Frozen?” I offered reluctantly.
“YES!” he shouted. I nodded. There was no denying it. I had Frozen Forehead…
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