My vacation so far.

Remember this post?

Wait...stop...You are probably asking yourself: She decides to start posting again to talk about her moustache? WTF?

Well, FO. I am a vain, vain woman.

I read all the advice and some people emailed me privately too to talk about women's facial hair and I thought about it and fretted about it and thought about it some more and decided to call my trusted aesthetician and get it removed.

Today was the body maintenance day: I started with a nice trip to the OB-GYN (I love my doctor) and finished with a trip to the waxer. I have to admit, with the exception of my husband, I have never been a fan of people poking and prodding me.
I remember when I went to the third trimester of my pregnancy the doctor wanted to see me every week and said, quite honestly "don't you think that's sort of overkill?" When they were done laughing they scheduled me for every week until I gave birth.
So my OB-GYN poked and prodded and gave me a perscription for pain killers and sleeping pills (did I mention I like her?). The one thing I don't like about her is that she is really overly careful so I get to get a mamogram and a uterine ultrasound. Blah. Whatever. She gave me sleeping pills.

Next to my lovely waxer. Now I have to admit I get a littel freaked out about waxers. Last year around this time I informally interviewed my friends about Brazillians. The metro girls, especially those without little baby girls, thought they were great. And then one other woman thought they were great and she lives in the hills of Mendocino county, CA but she is a little nuts so I ignored her input. My friends in suburban areas or who had small girls thought brazillians were kind of sick. sick. End of story. I get a little freaked out about men who want to sleep with women who are as bald as pre-pubescent girls. I get a little freaked out about woman who want to resemble pre-pubescent girls. It's just me. Rant over.
My waxer has always been great, she does facials, she makes my eyebrows look perfectly un-manicured. I told her about the moustache and she said she could help. She is a smart woman. First she reshaped my eyebrows (they are perfect). Then she started in on my upper lips issues.

Remember the 40 Year old virgin?
Like this?
or this?

It was worse. It was horrible. It was painful and awful and horrible.

Besides that we have had a nice week: champagne. work. family. presents. running. yahoo towers. cleaning.

Same old, same old.