Last week I accomplished a life-long goal. It's something I've been intrigued by for a while now, but I was always held back by fear. Yet the desire to do it never faded. And so, on Monday, August 22 in the year 2011, I decided the time had come. I cast aside trepidation and finally went for it. That's right folks---I got my armpits waxed.
And Steve Carell wasn't kidding. It hurt like a Kelly Clarkson.
Seriously though, it wasn't that bad. I was able to keep all screaming on the inside, and each consecutive swipe (FOUR under each arm!) got gradually less painful. At least that's what I'm telling myself now. I'll make no excuses for the demon tweezers that swooped in for clean up though. Still a bit miffed at them.
But the girl promised me the first time's always the worst, and I choose to believe her because it's been SO awesome not having to shave, and I plan to go back for more. Other than some stinging that first night, it's been smooooth sailing. :)
So, what scary things have you got planned for this week?
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