Eyebrows, Revisited

This blog post is for my mother who keeps complaining that she "doesn't get" my blog. Today was the day to get my eyebrows waxed again. You might remember previous experiences in this department and the dissatisfaction I had with the whole affair. Well, some things never change.

It's only been eight weeks since I was waxed. That is only two more than the recommended amount and I would have gone two weeks ago but my life was a little crazy. Actually, a lot crazy.

In I waltz and she says, "where have you beeeeeeeeeen?"

I ignore her.

"It's beeeeeeeen awhile, hasn't it?"

I nod.

"Do you leeeeve farrrr?"

Well there's an awkward question. If I say yes then I'm telling her that I would travel all over the greater Los Angeles area to get her to do my eyebrows. If I say no then she will yell at me about why I didn't come sooner? I mumbled unintelligible things.

"Hmmm, just the eyebrows or the lip too?"

Just the wax or do you want the tip too?
NO, NOT THE LIP. I HATE YOU.

Then she proceeded to wax and pluck and craft away.

Finally, she said, "I'm sorry theeeeesss is taking so long, I'm just ... shaping."

There's a reason she charges half as much as Mystic Surf Barbie. (And speaking of Barbie, the comments from the first brows post have landed many a reader here who googled "biggest boobs in the world." Sick. Oh and don't go search it now.)