so i'm out to breakfast at perkins on sunday morning and the person sitting across the table from me, who shall remain nameless, says to me, "you need your eyebrows waxed." the comment sort of took me off guard. i've honestly never tweezed or waxed or done anything of that nature to my eyebrows, but they are not very dark or very thick (and yes, there were two of them) so it's never been that high on my priority list. but the party across the table said i needed them waxed, and said if i wanted to go to the mall later in the afternoon she would treat me to an eyebrow waxing. why not?

so i go into the salon, lay on the facial chair thing, and the girl who looks to be about my age starts preparing the instruments of torture. she slathers warm gooey substance under my eyebrows....mmmm......soothing. she puts a strip of something over the gooey stuff, and faster than i can say "your mom" she rips it off. ouch that hurt. then she starts plucking, which was actually more painful than the ripping off of the wax strip deal. needless to say, it was an emotionally traumatic experience, but i guess beauty is pain. i think i may start waxing my legs instead of shaving. call me miss masochist.

moral of the story: next time you see me, compliment me on my new eyebrows.