As I sat on the edge of my tub with a glass of wine in one hand and an Epilady in the other I wondered, "Is this really a good idea?" My sister recommended this tool. She called it a "Rip-A-Lady" and said it worked great. I know she just loves it, but am I up for this?
I started having flashbacks of how I felt getting my ears pierced. Not good. When it was time to put the real earrings in, after the required 6 week waiting period, I sat on the floor in front of my hall mirror and nearly fainted. Not just once, but every time I tried to find the back hole in my ear. I would get woozy, look away, take a deep breath, and try again.
As that familiar feeling of woozyness came over me, I was thinking the event called for more wine. Or, perhaps an epidural. (Does the company make that too?) I'm not very good about inflicting pain on myself and here I was ready to rip the hair out of my skin.
I enjoyed a nice glass of Chardonnay while I soaked my legs. I put on nice music, lit a few candles and took many deep breaths. 'It's O.K.', I told myself, 'Women do this all the time'.
My courage finally kicked in and off I went, to defollicle myself. And just as I revved up my Rip-A-Lady my children returned home from their trip and needed to use the restroom, Pronto! Oh for the love of all that is good in this world, WHY do we live in a house with only 1 bathroom?!?
I was frustrated at first, but then I felt relieved. I really didn't want to use this handy little tool and now I had been saved by my children's weak bladders. I believe this was the Universe's way of helping me out. The Universe, and a couple of Big Gulp's.
(***First published at Beautiful! Fabulous!. Contributing Writer***)
I started having flashbacks of how I felt getting my ears pierced. Not good. When it was time to put the real earrings in, after the required 6 week waiting period, I sat on the floor in front of my hall mirror and nearly fainted. Not just once, but every time I tried to find the back hole in my ear. I would get woozy, look away, take a deep breath, and try again.
As that familiar feeling of woozyness came over me, I was thinking the event called for more wine. Or, perhaps an epidural. (Does the company make that too?) I'm not very good about inflicting pain on myself and here I was ready to rip the hair out of my skin.
I enjoyed a nice glass of Chardonnay while I soaked my legs. I put on nice music, lit a few candles and took many deep breaths. 'It's O.K.', I told myself, 'Women do this all the time'.
My courage finally kicked in and off I went, to defollicle myself. And just as I revved up my Rip-A-Lady my children returned home from their trip and needed to use the restroom, Pronto! Oh for the love of all that is good in this world, WHY do we live in a house with only 1 bathroom?!?
I was frustrated at first, but then I felt relieved. I really didn't want to use this handy little tool and now I had been saved by my children's weak bladders. I believe this was the Universe's way of helping me out. The Universe, and a couple of Big Gulp's.
(***First published at Beautiful! Fabulous!. Contributing Writer***)