Are those really your eyebrows?

Wednesday's are my day of pain.

All the things that are needed to keep me upright, healthy and happy are all scheduled for the middle of the week. Not like exercise, which I do every day but waxing, eye exams, doctor's appointments, therapy, those kind of things. Painful things, you know women things.

Over the weekend I had stopped into a makeup store to have a lesson (yet again!) on how to apply eyeliner. I am so happy for the people I see walking down the street with perfectly drawn lines. I on the other hand, look like I either put it on in the dark, or that drawing a straight line is not something I have achieved. One eye looks fine, the other just looks scary. So during the lesson, the helpful salesgirl suggested I have my eyebrows shaped into an arch a little bit more. I have never gone the waxing on the eyebrows before and after leaving the store, with fantastic eyes that I really have no chance of ever duplicating on my own, I made the appointment. Yesterday was the day.

How hard could this be? I laid down on the table, opened my eyes and was laughing and talking with the gal while she applied the wax. The first tape removal, not bad. The second tape removal, I was pretty sure my entire eye lid was gone. The left eye was wondering what the hell had just happened, which made the right eye pretty sure it was not going to happen over there. I couldn't keep the eye open to save my life. Stop Squinting! over and over the gal told me, and I tried, really I did. Finally, she just yanked and then yanked once more, and then tweezed. I was beginning to wonder how I had survived all these years with this amount of eyebrows. Maybe I should have just braided them and called it a day. After it was over, she handed me the mirror so I could see the new, very thin, very arched, brows. Sure somewhere in the redness, the brows were there. The gal did say I was pretty red and it would subside in an hour or so. It is now this morning, still red, still swollen, still look like I am perpetually surprised. But the brows do look arched, hurray!

I made the next appointment for 4 weeks and just to add to the pure joy of my Wednesday's, have added a bikini wax. Being a woman is not for sissies

Wednesday's will from now on be the day of pain and the night of Margaritas.