Pain comes in a Little Jar

I have enterd the nineties, or perhaps even, the late eighties.

My sister, Noona, and her boyfriend, BusinessMan!, have come to visit us for the weekend. They arrived yesterday night, with their cats. Their cats are nice, except for the occasional tickling in the back of my throat that is an annoying reminder of my body's biological dislike of animals of the feline persuasion. I don't blame them for it; they can't help that they're cats. I suppose I could shave them, but that would require my touching them, and then I'd sneeze and possibly harm them, and my sister would never forgive me for that.

Anyway, we decided to go to Walmart to buy some candy for the office, and some other miscellaeous things.

Now my mother has always politely and constantly nagged me about my bushy eyebrows. I don't mind them, and Stink Pants #5 doesn't mind them. I was always too lazy to sit down and actually pluck them, and they're hard to notice since I wear glasses all the time. At least, they were until I went to Pittsburgh with C-Whore to visit Patlick. C-Whore pointed out that they could be a little thinner, (she's quick to notice stuff like that :-D) <-- that looks like a double chin) and Patlick agreed. (That's what friends are for.)

I didn't think about it again until Noona told me she had just gotten her eyebrows waxed. They looked pretty good, so on a whim we bought some eyebrow wax while we were at Walmart.

If you had passed by my bathroom door last night, you would've heard, "Ahhh! AHHHH!!!!" The kind of wax we bought doesn't require linen strips, you just have to put the wax thick enough so you can grab it and rip it off by itself. Of course, it hurt the first time, but the strips don't just come off in one piece, but rather in two or three smaller pieces. So she'd have to pull the remainder off a second and probably a third time. It hurt!!!

After it was done, I had neat, slightly thinner eyebrows, and if you touched part that was waxed with your fingers, my skin would feel insanely smooth. I touched it just now and it still feels weird.

I told the girls at work about the waxing experience this morning, and Lyn told me Noona could've take a little more off! Wahhhh!!!! Not only did I go through the waxing process in little increments of torture, but the genetic inheritance from my father is still too bushy!

I think if I had to choose between plucking and waxing though, I'd pick waxing. It doesn't require me to sit for a long while with my face glued to a mirror, and there's no threat of cutting the hair by pinching too hard with the tweezers.

So, that's what's new with me, thinner eyebrows.

Oh how the mighty have fallen.