Subtle Glow

I would not say that the one is directly causing the other, either. There is rain in the forecast for later this week and I am decidedly perky at the prospect.

I went home for lunch and found myself debating the idea of crawling back into bed for the rest of the day, and I’m not even coming down with anything.

The birthday around the corner? I’m fine with it - I have no issue with turning 32. In fact I have no feelings on it one way or the other. It’s my birthday. Ok, cool. Next?

This may be more information that you ever wanted to know, but I have to tell someone because I’m a little bit skeered. Saturday morning, I have an appointment to get my first brazilian wax. Sure I’ve had a bikini wax before, but I’ve never gone as far as brazilian.

Why am I doing this? I dunno, I have been curious, and it seemed like something I should at least try. Not only that but it seems so simple. What to do with that “do?” Simple: get rid of it.

I have a friend who is an esthetician and does this kind of thing for a living. She recommends it and says that most if not all who try it love it and never go back. I found a place close by that comes highly praised and recommended, but I’ll wait until I judge for myself before I post the link.

I feel bad that I’m not going to her to have it done, but there are a couple reasons. For one, I would have to go down to the other end of the county, rather than 5 minutes from my house and I am lazy. For two, I am too embarrassed to have her see me all up close and personal. Maybe that is odd - to prefer to have a complete stranger there instead - but at least if I find it to traumatic to go back, I never have to see the waxer again. Maybe I would go to her eventually when I’m not so self-conscious about it.

Now that you know too much about me in places you don’t want to know about, if I haven’t scared you away screaming and bleaching your brains then I’ll try to make it a little better by reassuring you: This will be one event that I definitely won’t be sharing pictures! I bet you were worried, too.

Hopefully afterwards I’ll be looking forward to having some friends over for a night of sangria, and possibly some other stuff like food. Other than the sangria, the particulars are still up in the air. Should be fun.