As you know, dear reader, I was lucky enough to be taken to the most amazing eye brow place ever (Mad props to Trecia.) It is, in fact, very exclusive and difficult to even find.. ($20 and the address is yours) The resident Brow Master, Connie, can whip any brow disaster into a work of art. Yesterday, after being taunted by my work mates.. Yet again.. about my UNI-brow, I went to see Connie. I had been there before, so I was well aware of what to expect.
I walked in and was met with a delightful welcome and offers of manicures, pedicures and I believe I heard something about a happy ending.. But before I could get the details .. Connie quickly scooped me up and led me to her table.
Ahhhh her table.
The Master's table.
A place of pure decadence.
A place where I could finally achieve brow nirvana yet again.
I laid down and Connie gave me the once over.. She then quickly leaned in and whispered in my ear..
"This time I do lip for you.. "
WHAT? Was my stash so overgrown that she felt the need to offer the service? UGH!!?!?!
I was mortified. (I agreed sensing that I was truly in need, but I was still mortified.)
Before I could even really digest my manly growth... She placed the hot wax on my "lip"..
I must tell you dear reader, I saw stars. I have yet to actually squeeze a youngin from my coot, but I imagine that the stash removal pain certainly rivals the birth thing.. When she ripped the wax away, I almost fainted!!
OMG.. The Horror.. I was in tears, dear reader.. I have yet to regain complete use of my upper lip.. My Iced coffee ended all over the front of my track jacket this morning.. Woe is me.
Please remind me dear reader,next time.. that I only need nice BROWS.. and that my stash is charming and provides a wee bit of character to my face..
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