Waxing Emergency

Sometime this weekend I realized my 'stache was getting less blonde and I ran out of bleach. So, last night I try a new product - Sally Hansen's instant wax. I am a hairsuit basically so I was happy to try something new and it seemed so easy. I warmed the wax strips between my hands and applied to the affected area making sure to pull hard enough away from the hair growth. Again, being hairy, I had to keep working it. I was happy with the results and thought wow 8 weeks of freedom! I went to bed and kept waking up with a burning sensation. crap.

This morning when I woke up I basically looked like I now had a red, blotchy, scabby mustache. I was red, sore, and there was a patch that went from under my nose basically to my cheek and I cannot for the life of me figure out how I did that one. The last time I saw this type of reaction on a woman's face - a friend of mine had gone downtown with her girlfriend and came back irritated and with a full goate.

So, I did the only thing I could think of I called in my own Stacey and Clinton (ok my own Stacey) and told her to bring in the makeup bag because I had a wax accident. I arrived at the office, thankful not to see anyone in the elevator or hallway and entered the suite. I yelled out, I had a waxing accident, just to warn the woman coming into my office. Now, what you might expect a co-worker to do, is exactly what she did. She laughed her ass off. Tears were literally streaming down her face and she could not breathe. Couldn't breathe. She was laughing so hard and I was getting upset but that just made her laugh more. She could not even look at me in the face while talking work stuff because of this problem.

Thankfully, Stacey arrived with baggie in hand and we went to work. Clinton remained collapsed in the chair gasping for breath between gaffaws, while Stacey helped me. I felt like a total dyke in that what the hell was all this stuff. Powders, creams, some pencil thing. Something that looked like lipstick but wasn't. I picked up the only thing I recognized- a stick of some sort that has cream that you blot on. So I used that and looked like I had now drawn on a mustache. So then came some white triangle thing and I had to blot and then the powder and more blotting. and then - I looked more like Santa with a white 'stache and so I had to put stuff all over my face. Now this entire time Clinton is hysterical and I am nervous and Stacey thankfully was holding in her laughter (mostly) and being sympathetic to my plight.

I am now looking semi normal - although Clinton did eek out that I looked sort of like Michael Jackson. SO NOT RIGHT! And they both agreed that I need to put on some lipstick just so that it will take away from the fact that I look like I just put cover up on my herpes symplex 99.

Another day in the life of me!

LOL!