It's like I don't even know myself anymore. Every time I walk by a mirror, I recoil in horror. No, I didn't get a haircut. Something much worse. Something that is a part of me and who I am, and has been all my life, without me even realizing it.

One of my nephews has a biology assignment regarding recessive traits. He is looking at earlobes- attached vs. unattached. So I get a message asking us to have a look at all of our earlobes. No problem! I'm thinking in my head that my earlobes are definitely unattached so I don't need to check, but I take a look at all 3 of the kids. Yep, all unattached as well. The kids wondered what I was talking about so I google some pictures to show them the difference. For those of you who may want a visual, here you go. So as we're looking I'm thinking oh good, we all

Top row of ears are all unattached earlobes. Bottom row are all attached.

 have unattached earlobes which are clearly more attractive, in my opinion. A cute little curve at the bottom, not all attached to your head in a Frankenstein manner like those gross attached ears. I check Droid's picture because he wasn't home. Unattached as well! So I decide to go have a little peek in the mirror at my cute unattached earlobes just to admire them. And that is when my world fell apart.

OMG. I am Frankenstein. How did those get there?? How did I never know???  All this time I thought I had cute little unattached earlobes, with an adorable little curve at the bottom. But there on the side of my head sat a horrible looking attached ear.

Every time I look at my ear now, it's like I'm looking at someone else's ear.  I feel like I was abducted by aliens, but instead of a probe, they gave me ears.
 I can tell Droid looks at me different now.

So I dare you to go look at your own ears in the mirror. If you are as traumatized as me, don't worry, I'm thinking of starting a support group. In the mean time, I guess this solves my "should I get a pixie haircut" dilemma. No way am I flaunting my Frankenstein ears.