Friday, November 4, 2011
Or... my adventures in lip waxing.
Yeah - I'll come right out and admit it - I get my upper lip waxed. And a little on my chin too. Honestly - there's not too many women in their 50's that DON'T have a little 'stache action going on.
Luckily enough, my friend and neighbor Hoopy is a hairdresser. She's been doing my hair for umpteen thousand years, and also waxes me whenever I'm feeling furry.
She says she'll do my legs if I want her to, but she draws the line at a Brazilian. (I think she's a party pooper.)
The best part about colder weather is that hoopy's fingers tend to get very cold, and after she rips half my face off she quickly presses her fingers against my skin. This feels amazingly wonderful.
In the summertime it's nowhere NEAR as wonderful. Warm fingers pressed up against ouchy skin just doesn't cut it.
Well, today was cool... and hoopy was excited to show me that her fingers were cold. I did a little banana dance in my chair.
And the waxing commences... and my upper lip becomes nice and smooth. She presses her cold finger against my lip and says...
Ready? Wait for it...
"I'm saving my coldest finger for down there."
I RIPPED my eyes open to see where she was pointing...
It was my chin.
I thought perhaps that she was FINALLY going to do that Brazilian...