Everyone has a breaking point, and I finally reached mine. I’m done… had it with the whole process. I’m talking about grooming the peekacho. With 2 small children, there are times when my area's overgrowth resembles something from the 70s. When that happens, it takes a shot of vodka and a Xanex just to make the call for a waxing appointment. The only logical answer to my woe is laser hair removal… taking care of my lady business once and for all sounds like a gem of an idea.
My first appointment was Monday. After arriving at the derm’s office, imagine my surprise when discovering that the performing doctor was in fact, a male. I will be the first one to tell you that once you push a baby out of your hoo-ha, a lot of humility and modesty gets pushed out with it. But this was too much. Lying on a table wearing nothing but socks and a t-shirt while a guy asked me what “shape” I wanted was enough to make me long for a cocktail and an unapologetic Eastern European lady pouring hot wax on my goodies.
Love,
Tiffany
Well, did you go with the landing strip or the Hollywood? You know I always opt for Hollywood
ReplyDeleteLove,
Katie
Why do they make the hair pink in the pic?
ReplyDeleteDum,
ReplyDeleteThat is a quandry. Maybe pink is hair-color generic? So, you can be a fire crotch, blonde, brunette or like me (salt and pepper) and the pink the doesn't alarm the brain.
Either way, it's should all come off. Get to your waxer STAT.
love,
katie