
How many times can a single girl start a blog post entry with a title like that one?!
It all comes down to my eyebrows. Basically they are like two large shrubs growing out of my forehead. The rapidity of growth is staggering at times. And yes, much like Bert, they do tend to meet in the middle if I'm not careful.
So I get them waxed. Painful. Necessary. There's a little nail shop around the corner from my house where they wax eyebrows for the shockingly low price of $5. This is a blessing from heaven. But there's a catch...and many women will be able to empathize with me on this one. Having your eyebrows waxed in a local nail salon is a lesson in humility and indignity.
Every time I go to that shop, the woman takes a hard look at my face and asks the dreaded question: "I wax your eyebrow and
upper lip too?" I look at her with a startled expression as if to say "why in the world would you think I need my upper lip waxed???". It's a cosmic battle between us, we are both determined to win. She thrusts, I parry, we circle one another with wary, watchful eyes. I win the battle, but somehow I don't feel victorious...