The Woes of Being a Woman

Boy do I have a topic to talk about. And I think it's okay for me to talk about it because it indirectly relates to the missions trip.

Rachel and I got our eyebrows waxed tonight.

I do this on a very regular basis because if I didn't, well, let's just say...Bert from Sesame Street. Thanks dad. Anyway, we've been putting it off until right before we leave because 3 weeks without a wax is pushing it. But we had to go to a different place than we usually go, which is my fault. Which is how it relates to the trip...I got my hair cut because I wanted something shorter for the trip. So I got it cut at the salon where I usually get everything, including eyebrows, done. She did an awesome job and layered it really cool and everything. But then my friend Jenn came to my apartment...and I asked her to cut it even shorter. So I would feel really bad if the girl that originally cut my hair saw me now, because she worked so hard. So we went somewhere new.

Big mistake.

First of all, and this should have been my first clue to take my monstrous brows elsewhere, they led me to this little room where you have to lay down. It's just my face, can't I sit in a chair? But no.

THEN-

Normally, they put the wax on, put the sheet on, then rip it off and immediately put their finger over it so it doesn't hurt as bad. That's nice. This chick did not. That's not so nice.

So I'm LAYING there, trying not to cry from pain and then she says she's done. 

I think not. 

She didn't even do the underneath part, which clearly is the part that needs some love. So I show her on one eyebrow where she needs to fix it, and she gets all huffy and does it...to the one brow. Seriously? I actually have to tell her that what she does to one, she needs to do to the other? 

Plus, as I'm sitting here typing, I'm realizing that one side of my head must weigh more than the other because it's in the same position as if I were about to bite into a taco. They are still THAT uneven.

So after 15 minutes of torture I get up from my laying down position (really?) and pay (really?). Then Rachel goes in and comes out 2 minutes later and in the car tells me her story: she pretty much got her forehead waxed. Which makes sense because everything from her eyes up is bright red. Yes, I am actually laughing right now as I type that. Ridiculous. 

So I'm going to let them remain anonymous, but if you're thinking about getting your eyebrows waxed, don't go the JCPenney at Oakview. And if you're already there, don't let anyone with the same name as the only female character in Peter Pan touch your face.

I guess I'll go pluck now...

grr.

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On a note more related to the missions trip...I actually had to say some goodbyes today. Kinda sad. But I'm PUMPED for this trip. SO excited!!

Oh yea, and the aforementioned (is that one word?) $2000...it really is mine. HOW did that happen? I'm just saying...