Seriously. I’m that good.
I was also born with the gift of expression. Mom says you can read me like an open book…which is great under most circumstances, unless I’m giving you the stink-eye for cutting me off/throwing cheese/being stupid.
See, having an expressive face is really important to me. I like being able to convey the emotion of the moment with a particularly poignant look. For instance, here are a few of my favorites….
|Pouty Abby. (Want cookies? Use this face.)|
|Abby Pondering. (Hmmm…what should I blog about tomorrow?)|
|One word for this one, and it’s AWWWWW.|
|This is my “Don’t Mess with Me or I’ll sue” face.|
|Sleepy Abby. (Or drunk Abby, depending on the circumstances.)|
See? I am the Expressions Queen.
But there’s one expression missing from my repertoire. One expression that even my husband can do effectively. One expression that I practice for HOURS in front of a mirror, and still cannot master.
It pains me to admit this.
I cannot do the “move-your-eyebrows-independently-of-each-other-like-The-Rock” facial expression.
Please don’t tell me you can do this. It will make me feel more like a failure.
My inability to make this face brings my husband great joy. Especially because he rocks it better than Dwayne. We often practice the face together…and he always laughs at me. A lot. Loud, long, belly laughs.
So this post, and the following video, are for his enjoyment. If you find enjoyment out of it, that’s just an extra bonus.
Practice makes perfect….unless you’re trying to perfect The Rock Eyebrow.
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