The idea of relaxation changes with age and the number of kiddos. I used to say that an hour massage was the key to a stress free life, and then it was a pedicure, and now it is a toss up between the dentist and a brow wax. My needs and expectations have hit an all time low. Today I had a few kid free minutes, and needed to get a brow wax. I am not picky, I am all about convenience. I went to the little shop a few doors down from my daughter's dance studio. Let me preface this by saying that it was only eight dollars. Ok, so I am escorted into the little dark, dank room that smelled faintly of burned hair. I glanced around at the dust that has accumulated on the light and notice the crock pot with what I think is hot wax? Perhaps a normal person, or the person that I was several years ago would have bolted. Nope, I was so happy just to lay down on the table and close my eyes for a bit waiting for the brow lady. I was rudely awaken by the "relaxation" music. I'm not quite sure who thought that bagpipes would be a good choice, but whatever. My eyes flutter open and I get my first glance at my brow lady. She was wearing an eye patch and it was not because she was trying to be a pirate. Honestly, I didn't even think twice about her ability to craft my bushy brows into a arched work of art with one eye. I just closed my eyes and literally slept through the whole ripping out my hair ordeal. I was woken up by a grunt and someone attempting to thrust a hand mirror in my face. What can I say...I am now in fact a fan of the one eyed, crock pot wax woman. It was the best nap I have had in awhile. Sigh...
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