
Oy, Sorry about being MIA, but it happens sometimes. I have been in the middle of a few life changes and it is not easy. Some of which you may here of soon, but for now. Let's talk about the waxing story for this month.
I walk in to see Denise after a long hard day at work and get my monthly torture treatment.
Denise: Hi Kiddo. You look beat.
Me: Hi, I am beat. I have to go to the company tailgating party tomorrow.
Denise: oh, will it be fun? (mean while she is apply wax to my brow)
Me: Yes. But awkward my boss is "dating" another woman in the office.
Denise: So she is literally working under him? (bah-dum, dum)
You may think this is dull but, it was stony silence for a full 3 seconds before my exhausted brain process, just as I start laughing she rips the hair off my lip. The laugh/scream was something akin to a fishercat noise. Not pretty.
She continues on to my eyebrows and the first thing she says is, "Have you been plucking these!"
Me: No...Umm well only the really bad ones I had a date last week and I couldn't get in to see you so I just got the hair the were so low they were practically on my eye lids.
Denise then when into a combination of laughter and grief over how I messed up my brows. I didn't think I did a bad job personally but that weird lighted magnifying glass she has show every. freaking. detail. I mean the light is SOOO bright I have to bring in my little sun bed goggles. Which means I actually get to use them because I stopped using tanning beds 2 years ago, but it also mean I walk out of her room with a swollen lip, red eyebrows, and blind as bat.
Oh well. The price we pay for beauty.







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