Now for my embarrassing story. So the other day, I was desperate for an eyebrow wax. I am completely unable to take the pain of tweezing my own eyebrows. Instead, I have to pay someone to rip hot wax off of them. Makes sense, doesn’t it? So after the hot wax ripping, my eyes normally swell up and look like I have on 1980’s neon pink eye shadow. Sounds fun, huh? So I’m driving home from the torture and realize that I have to run into the grocery store to get something for dinner.
Wouldn’t you know it, standing there with my inflamed neon pink eyes, I run into a family friend that I’ve known for 20 years. I’m not really sure what I even said in that conversation because I was so embarrassed and was wondering what he was thinking was wrong with my eyes.
So later we’re standing in the check-out lane, and I’m talking to him and unloading my groceries. I somehow manage to turn in a way that my jeans slide across the side of the conveyor belt and come unbuttoned. Oh no, my face is now the color of my eyes! I could’ve played it cool and no one would’ve known because my shirt was covering the buttons. But no. Instead, in mid-conversation, I instantly drop my groceries and bend over. I pause for a moment, and to my relief, I realize my pants are not falling down. So I casually stand up and return to the conversation without mentioning what that episode was all about.
I’m sure this guy thinks motherhood has made me lose it in the head!
Saturday, June 30, 2007
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Kelly! That is too funny! I love the mental picture and would love to know what this guy was thinking. I hate plucking the eyebrows so i only wax-I got used to it after awhile but it is still not the best pain but so much better than plucking one at a time!
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