Thursday, September 18, 2008
I e-mailed my instuctors, not asking for any special treatment, but just to let them know that I'm a little behind these days.
See, I really have been busy... :)
Monday, September 1, 2008
This is my 14 year-old. And, yes, that's a mohawk he's sporting. I thought I'd better get photographic proof of it before he shaved it off. With 14 year-olds, you never know what tomorrow brings.
I'd like to wax his eyebrows but, he won't let me. He's no fun. But, I don't blame him...
Once, when I was getting my eyebrows waxed, my sister-in-law (who is also my stylist) asked if I wanted my mustache waxed.
Wha...??? Mustache?!? Get it off me! Get it off me!
I'm sure I would have reacted more gracefully to being told I had an enormous tarantula crawling up my pant leg...shooting fire ants out it's fangs like tiny, biting balls of gremlin pyrotechnics from a Glock. (I don't even know what a Glock is exactly except that it's a gun and it sounds mean).
Anywho, I gave her the green light and I was immediately sure she had done severe nerve damage and that I would never again have use of my upper lip. The second she ripped the wax off, I swear I though she stabbed me in the face with a shovel. And not one of those pointed ones, either. It was one of those flat ones that you dig posts with.
Needless to say, I don't care if I look like Sgt. Floyd Pepper on a good day , there will be no more mustache waxing on this face!