Ahhh.....Kelly Clarkson....

So, I have never had to worry about my eyebrows or tweezing or anything like that growing up. My eyebrow hairs seemed to know where to grow and in what direction to grow in. Being fair skinned, the little darlings are very light so even stragglers would really go unnoticed unless you got up close and the light caught them just right. So why am I telling you this?

Yesterday was a day in history for me. I got my eyebrows waxed for the very first time in my life. Now, though it doesn't seem a problem to some, I was noticing that I was getting asked a lot if I was mad, or sad, or worried, or frustrated, or well, you get the picture. I was none of those things but somehow my facial expression seemed to spur on those questions. Then I figured it out. Very discreetly over the years, my little blond stragglers started having friends....enough to fill in under my eyebrows to the point that they were creeping down on my eyeballs at a good rate of speed. This gave me the appearance of being less than excited about life in general. So bravely, I approached "the" chair....you know the one that sits by the hot wax and the TAPE. I started wringing my hands and fighting with the urge to just accept my ticked off look and run out the door. So the nice little Vietnamese girl came over and assured me that it would only hurt for a little while. THAT made me feel bunches better. She leaned my head back and drew like an artist with a brush a line of hot sticky wax along the underside of my left eye. Then she pressed the tape of death over the hot sticky wax and then RRRRIpped it from my face.....and I thought to myself....Yep....should have run like a felon out that door. The left eye and the right eye were tolerable....and then it happened. The middle of my eyebrows down to the bridge of my nose was targeted for removal. I am surprised they didn't put little orange cones around it. They painted the entire area with wax and I started thinking to myself that that entire area was about to be removed. The tape was applied and......then............she removed everything including some freckles and I am sure a layer of skin and the only thing that came to my mind was the 40 Year Old Virgin and his chest being waxed.....because I too felt like yelling........AHHHHHHH.....KELLY CLARKSON.

I don't look ticked at the world anymore, however, so until the next time.......um....well, maybe!