Two minutes ago. Blair and I are in the master bathroom, getting ready for bed. Blair's brushing his teeth and I'm using an exceptionally small brush to apply a clear liquid to my top and bottom lash lines.
"What are you doing?" asked Blair, around a mouthful of toothpaste.
"Growing my eyelashes," I answered. I was rewarded with a doubtful stare.
"Seriously," I said. "It's a liquid that makes your eyelashes grow."
Blair spit and rinsed. "You have GOT to be kidding. How do you fall for this stuff?" he asked.
"Stephanie told me about it," I said. "She has beautiful lashes."
Blair nodded thoughtfully. "I see. Sooo.... did she give you any magic booby powder too?"
Oh my God, I died laughing. That was just cold.