Wax on ... DON'T WAX OFF!

I realized after I posted this have never shared with you why I am so opposed to waxing. It's pretty simple, really ... it all started with ... my horrible waxing moment. Yes, I had a waxing moment. At home. You see, I would normally go to a salon to have a few stray hairs on my [ehem ... cough ... cough] chin waxed. Well, there was a time in my life where I was married, and attending college full time while working only part time, and our monthly income made it very difficult to afford a professional wax job! So, being the brilliant chick that I so obviously am ... I decided to wax my own darn chin! Heck -- if they can do it, well -- so can I! After all, I've seen them do it a thousand few times, so it can't be all that hard, can it?

So off I went ... to the local drug store ... to purchase some wax ... so I could torture groom myself. I took it home, microwaved it, and applied it to my skin. Since I didn't want to take too long doing this, I thought ... "self ... why don't you just apply all at one time the wax in all the places that need to be waxed and save yourself a lot of time?" So I did. And, I put the little fabric strips on top of all the wax. You know ... just to get ready... and save time.

I didn't realize that you had to apply the wax and then remove it immediately. I waited a SECOND longer (after applying wax all over the place) while trying to build my courage to rip off the fabric strip. And in that SECOND, the wax hardened. Okay -- maybe it was longer than one second ... count the time it took to apply all the wax, and the time to smooth all the fabric strips on top. Who really knows exactly how long it really took.

So, I thought I'd start with the first section that I waxed, and, after the courage-building-second, I ripped the strip of fabric. Oh, the PAIN! It ripped.my.stinking.skin.off -- and if the pain wasn't bad enough, there were STILL a few stray hairs there! The NERVE! My face was a very ugly shade of purpley-red. Yuck. And there were dots of blood everywhere. Nice.

Needless to say, I was NOT about to pull on any other strips of fabric randomly glued to my chin with wax. No. I.was.not. After all, I'm not an idiot [just shut it right now, lady]! So, my only other alternative? Patiently hold a hair dryer to my face while the wax re-softened, and apply warm (okay, HOT) compresses until the wax melted off. Furthermore, I had to pick off strings of sticky wax for a really long time. It was a late night.

So my feelings about waxing? NEVER AGAIN.

So you can formulate your own opinion about home-waxing, here is another crazy waxing story by MamaD (and really, I'm shocked that the pain hasn't changed her mind about waxing too). And then -- you've always got HolyMama's story about wanting an eyebrow wax and not having enough time for one. That's just weird. I wonder how she would feel if she waxed her own eyebrows? But, while you're there, can you give her some anniversary loving? Looks like she could use it!

Have a great day, and make a difference in someone's life today! Go ahead. I double-dawg dare ya!