This post is total randomness.
Is that even a word?!
It's one of those cloudy, misty days today.
The kind of day that you could get so much done inside the house.
But...instead, you will lay around in your pajamas looking at decor magazines, eating stuff you know you shouldn't. Thinking about that cake sitting on the butcher block. You keep going back to it, slicing off a teeny, tiny piece. After you've done that about ten times, you realize you've eaten over half the cake!!!
You go into the bathroom, and take a look in the mirror.
You know you should tweeze those eyebrows. Then you remember that "large" brows are "in" right now....but these Groucho Marx things you have going on might not be quite what they are talking about...sheesh!
So you get out the tweezers, and while you are at it..out comes the lip wax.
As you are tearing off the first two layers of skin, you notice the facial hair has started spreading to your chin!!! What the??????
More wax please!!
What about all these long hairs that seem to be growing in the random spots on your face???? How long have they been there???!!! How long, how did they get that long, and no one told me??!!
MORE wax, and where are those stupid tweezers!!!!
Wow, look at all those gray hairs, and all those split ends.
I need a trim...but don't feel like waiting for a hair appointment.
Hmmmm.....now where did I put those scissors?
Crap...I cut this side a little too short. Better even that up. A little off the top.
What the????????? Oh no...maybe if I wash my hair, and blow it dry, it will be okay.
As the water hits your face, you notice a stinging from the wax job you did on yourself earlier.
No problem. A little Oil of Olay will soothe what ails you.
Even though you didn't plan on showering today, it does feel good.
Clean sweats, and another sliver of cake, and you're a new woman.
Until you take a look in the mirror again.
The waxing has left what looks to be third degree burns on your upper lip, and on your chin.
You now have a red FuManchu, and goats beard.
There are red spots from the tweezers pinching you randomly all over your face, too.
No amount of Oil of Olay is going to cover that up!
You remove the turban from your head, and your new do looks something like Annie Lennox from the 1980's.
You walk into the kitchen, grab a fork, and finish off the rest of the cake, then go plop yourself down on the sofa.
AND you say...."Oh, nothin'."