…or nostalgic, or anything else but my legs.
When I get in these moods to do girlie things, I should get a clue when the Roomie gets that sly grin on her face that perhaps some things are beyond my pain tolerance.
Take waxing for instance. Sugaring, rather, which is supposed to aggrevate the skin less than waxing because there is no heat involved. Right.
I have one question.
WHY DO WOMEN DO THIS TO THEMSELVES?!
I am doing this correctly, yet I have a bruise on my thigh. The Roomie, after laughter subsided, provided me with some liquid vitamin K to relieve the irritation on my eyebrows — the part people will actually see tomorrow. Geez.
Of course, I stopped, because the rest of the hair isn’t long enough. Apparently you have to be as hairy as Mr. Snuffalufagus in order to have this particular method of hair removal work.
If this doesn’t work on Saturday, I’m going back to shaving.