Manic-cure
This weekend I decided to bite the bullet and get my ragged nails taken care of. Here's the exchange when I showed up to my neighbourhood beauty parlour:
Me: Hi, I was wondering if I could get an appointment for this afternoon.
Receptionist: Sure ... *looks at her computer for an opening, then looks back up at me* For an eyebrow wax?
Heh... Normally I would have saved us both the embarrassment and been like, "Yes. Also a manicure" but I hadn't done my mental preparation exercises that usually accompany any ripping-of-hair-out-my-skin event. So it was just the mani with a side of awkwardness:
Rest assured, I don't have jaundice - it's just the weird lighting. I can't, however, explain how my thumb suddenly became obese for this picture.
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2 comments:
Now THAT is Funny!
Don't take that crap from anybody. Your eyebrow looks fine.
Haha, why is it they always ask if you want your eyebrows waxed??? I get that too. Are my eyebrows that bad? I didn't think so.
I found your blog through that fun Google search game. I'm a Jen (one "n") too, and I also strongly dislike when people spell my shortened name "Jenn."
Looking forward to following your blog!
~ Jen
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