Lost...one pair of smokin' hot tweezers. Reward offered.

Tweezerman..best tweezers on the planet

I can't find my tweezers. They look just like the ones above. They are, without a doubt, the best tweezers on the planet. They're expensive and worth every penny.  Nobody's allowed to touch them so I'm worried. Either I really lost them or Nathan dropped them, bent the tip and hid them under something like the back yard, so that I'll never be able to prove it.

If I don't find them soon, I fear for my eyebrows. I'm OCD about keeping them in shape.  My upper lip? Who needs bleach or wax, I've got tweezerman! (That reminds me of the time I went to Walmart and asked that girl where the facial bleach was..she turned around and had a full blown mustache. She knew where it was though, I wish that I was that self confident.) I can't afford to go buy another pair until the weekend and that kitchen knife is starting to look good.

I know they were on my desk....right by my 10X mirror. Mirror, mirror on my desk, how you taunt me so. Mirror mirror on my desk.. where did my tweezers go?!