It has been a BUSY week here under the Big Top. Baby Hazel commands a lot of attention (and she gets it too), Holly needs lots of help too, Zoë, Abby and Jodie all have places to go and people to see with playdates, ball games, swim parties, Wii parties, zoo trips, dance recital rehearsals and anything else and Bill needs a little TLC every now and then. With all that one might be wondering what about Laura? Doesn’t Laura need some taking care of too? I know Laura wonders about that a lot!
Well today I decided that in the midst of all the errands and juggling for today I would sneak away for a little bit of “me” time. So while out and about running to the bank to deposit Bill’s paycheck, dropping off photographs for an upcoming photography show, grocery shopping, dropping off donations to a local charity and picking up Jodie from yet another playdate, I decided to stop at my favorite salon and get my brows waxed. It had been awhile and while I did not have a unibrow, my eyebrows were in desperate need of attention. It also would be a good excuse to lie down and close my eyes for say ten minutes without interruption. Doesn’t that sound positively blissful?
So there I was in the salon lying back in one of their recliners waiting for the tech to make me pretty. While giving me a wonderful, toe-curling temple massage she confirms how I want my brows to be shaped. She then asks if I want my moustache waxed too.
My moustache??
MY MOUSTACHE?!?!
I HAVE A FREAKIN’ MOUSTACHE????????????????
“ No, not today. “, I demurely reply. All the while my mind is talking to me in that high-pitched, stress out squeaky voice over the fact that I apparently have a moustache and either am too blind to see it or just fooling myself that it doesn’t exist. I get the brow wax, pay the lady and head out for my errands. Still I am bugged out about my moustache. I can’t stop thinking about it and what I should do about it so I call my own personal beauty consultant, Holly. She’ll tell me because she is brutally honest. She was open about that braid-able chin hair of mine. So I call her because aside from constantly feeding and changing that chunky, poopy baby of hers I am sure she has time to talk to me. After laughing at me for a few minutes, Holly weighs in that, no, I don’t have a moustache…not even one that is scarcely seen by the naked eye…not even under a 5X magnifying mirror…but I do have a chin hair that needs to be plucked…or perhaps braided!
It has been a BUSY week here under the Big Top. Baby Hazel commands a lot of attention (and she gets it too), Holly needs lots of help too, Zoë, Abby and Jodie all have places to go and people to see with playdates, ball games, swim parties, Wii parties, zoo trips, dance recital rehearsals and anything else and Bill needs a little TLC every now and then. With all that one might be wondering what about Laura? Doesn’t Laura need some taking care of too? I know Laura wonders about that a lot!
Well today I decided that in the midst of all the errands and juggling for today I would sneak away for a little bit of “me” time. So while out and about running to the bank to deposit Bill’s paycheck, dropping off photographs for an upcoming photography show, grocery shopping, dropping off donations to a local charity and picking up Jodie from yet another playdate, I decided to stop at my favorite salon and get my brows waxed. It had been awhile and while I did not have a unibrow, my eyebrows were in desperate need of attention. It also would be a good excuse to lie down and close my eyes for say ten minutes without interruption. Doesn’t that sound positively blissful?
So there I was in the salon lying back in one of their recliners waiting for the tech to make me pretty. While giving me a wonderful, toe-curling temple massage she confirms how I want my brows to be shaped. She then asks if I want my moustache waxed too.
My moustache??
MY MOUSTACHE?!?!
I HAVE A FREAKIN’ MOUSTACHE????????????????
“ No, not today. “, I demurely reply. All the while my mind is talking to me in that high-pitched, stress out squeaky voice over the fact that I apparently have a moustache and either am too blind to see it or just fooling myself that it doesn’t exist. I get the brow wax, pay the lady and head out for my errands. Still I am bugged out about my moustache. I can’t stop thinking about it and what I should do about it so I call my own personal beauty consultant, Holly. She’ll tell me because she is brutally honest. She was open about that braid-able chin hair of mine. So I call her because aside from constantly feeding and changing that chunky, poopy baby of hers I am sure she has time to talk to me. After laughing at me for a few minutes, Holly weighs in that, no, I don’t have a moustache…not even one that is scarcely seen by the naked eye…not even under a 5X magnifying mirror…but I do have a chin hair that needs to be plucked…or perhaps braided!
It has been a BUSY week here under the Big Top. Baby Hazel commands a lot of attention (and she gets it too), Holly needs lots of help too, Zoë, Abby and Jodie all have places to go and people to see with playdates, ball games, swim parties, Wii parties, zoo trips, dance recital rehearsals and anything else and Bill needs a little TLC every now and then. With all that one might be wondering what about Laura? Doesn’t Laura need some taking care of too? I know Laura wonders about that a lot!
Well today I decided that in the midst of all the errands and juggling for today I would sneak away for a little bit of “me” time. So while out and about running to the bank to deposit Bill’s paycheck, dropping off photographs for an upcoming photography show, grocery shopping, dropping off donations to a local charity and picking up Jodie from yet another playdate, I decided to stop at my favorite salon and get my brows waxed. It had been awhile and while I did not have a unibrow, my eyebrows were in desperate need of attention. It also would be a good excuse to lie down and close my eyes for say ten minutes without interruption. Doesn’t that sound positively blissful?
So there I was in the salon lying back in one of their recliners waiting for the tech to make me pretty. While giving me a wonderful, toe-curling temple massage she confirms how I want my brows to be shaped. She then asks if I want my moustache waxed too.
My moustache??
MY MOUSTACHE?!?!
I HAVE A FREAKIN’ MOUSTACHE????????????????
“ No, not today. “, I demurely reply. All the while my mind is talking to me in that high-pitched, stress out squeaky voice over the fact that I apparently have a moustache and either am too blind to see it or just fooling myself that it doesn’t exist. I get the brow wax, pay the lady and head out for my errands. Still I am bugged out about my moustache. I can’t stop thinking about it and what I should do about it so I call my own personal beauty consultant, Holly. She’ll tell me because she is brutally honest. She was open about that braid-able chin hair of mine. So I call her because aside from constantly feeding and changing that chunky, poopy baby of hers I am sure she has time to talk to me. After laughing at me for a few minutes, Holly weighs in that, no, I don’t have a moustache…not even one that is scarcely seen by the naked eye…not even under a 5X magnifying mirror…but I do have a chin hair that needs to be plucked…or perhaps braided!
It has been a BUSY week here under the Big Top. Baby Hazel commands a lot of attention (and she gets it too), Holly needs lots of help too, Zoë, Abby and Jodie all have places to go and people to see with playdates, ball games, swim parties, Wii parties, zoo trips, dance recital rehearsals and anything else and Bill needs a little TLC every now and then. With all that one might be wondering what about Laura? Doesn’t Laura need some taking care of too? I know Laura wonders about that a lot!
Well today I decided that in the midst of all the errands and juggling for today I would sneak away for a little bit of “me” time. So while out and about running to the bank to deposit Bill’s paycheck, dropping off photographs for an upcoming photography show, grocery shopping, dropping off donations to a local charity and picking up Jodie from yet another playdate, I decided to stop at my favorite salon and get my brows waxed. It had been awhile and while I did not have a unibrow, my eyebrows were in desperate need of attention. It also would be a good excuse to lie down and close my eyes for say ten minutes without interruption. Doesn’t that sound positively blissful?
So there I was in the salon lying back in one of their recliners waiting for the tech to make me pretty. While giving me a wonderful, toe-curling temple massage she confirms how I want my brows to be shaped. She then asks if I want my moustache waxed too.
My moustache??
MY MOUSTACHE?!?!
I HAVE A FREAKIN’ MOUSTACHE????????????????
“ No, not today. “, I demurely reply. All the while my mind is talking to me in that high-pitched, stress out squeaky voice over the fact that I apparently have a moustache and either am too blind to see it or just fooling myself that it doesn’t exist. I get the brow wax, pay the lady and head out for my errands. Still I am bugged out about my moustache. I can’t stop thinking about it and what I should do about it so I call my own personal beauty consultant, Holly. She’ll tell me because she is brutally honest. She was open about that braid-able chin hair of mine. So I call her because aside from constantly feeding and changing that chunky, poopy baby of hers I am sure she has time to talk to me. After laughing at me for a few minutes, Holly weighs in that, no, I don’t have a moustache…not even one that is scarcely seen by the naked eye…not even under a 5X magnifying mirror…but I do have a chin hair that needs to be plucked…or perhaps braided!