Do you want to know how tired I am? Do you? Well, I am going to tell you. I am SO tired that I nearly fell asleep during a bikini wax today. I don’t know if you’ve ever had a bikini wax but I can assure you that they are no walk in the park. At times today, I swore the hair in my bikini line was rooted to my spine. And, by the way, I do realize that I have reached an all-time low by writing about my bikini line on my blog. We’re all grown-ups here. Put on your big girl panties and deal with it. Despite the excruciating pain of the bikini wax, I still managed to nod off during the moments when my skin wasn’t being ripped off. Well, that’s how it felt, anyway.
I also nodded off during my pedicure and during my eyebrow wax. Which explains how 90% of my eyebrows were ripped off of my face. I really didn’t care what the wax girl (I have no idea what else to call her) did so long as she let me rest my head on the back of the chair and close my eyes. The result is that I barely recognize myself when I look in the mirror. I’ve never had such thin eyebrows before.
And before anyone makes a “poor little baby who spent the day at the salon” remark, I should tell you that I have worked late every night for many, many nights. The earliest I have returned home is 10:30 and the latest was close to 1 AM. And I have to go back to work to make up for the time I lost while suffering all manner of torture for the sake of beauty.
I am going out of town and spending the weekend with some girlfriends this weekend. The excitement and anticipation of a weekend of girl time is the only thing keeping me upright. Every time I think about my weekend plans, I feel a surge of adrenaline and I murmur a small prayer of thanks. Otherwise I would be doing a faceplant on my keyboard.
And now, if you don’t mind, me and my tender bikini area and my eyebrow-less face are going to work.
Listening to Ave Maria, Barbra Streisand