Tep! You should know better than to wax right before going to the beach.
We went over this last week!!! She has a couple of days, I think. And the red should fade pretty quickly.
My waxing conundrum of the mo' is that I won't be able to see my regular aesthetician here in the right time frame between now and when my gentleman friend will be visiting over July 4 weekend. The latest I can see her is next Thursday and that's too much time. So I'm wondering if I should go to my friend who does my nails here. She's waxed my brows before and did a great job but I'm wondering if it would be weird for her to do my bikini.
and she felt that between yesterday and Sunday would be plenty of time for the reaction to calm down.
I was afraid you were leaving tomorrow. I retract that critique.
For Teppy. [link]
Video DJ played this last Thursday. Mr. Jane and I were on the floor laughing.
I was afraid you were leaving tomorrow.
We are, but it's a 12-hour drive, so we won't be arriving until (I hope) 7 or 8 p.m., which isn't really prime beach time anyway.
So technically, we are leaving tomorrow, but I don't anticipate hitting the beach until Sunday.
After I finished whining, I went to the store and am now happily eating a bowl of Grape Nuts Trail Mix cereal. For lunch, I will have extra sharp cheddar cheese and hummus with crackers and watermelon. Nom nom nom.
I had chocolate chex cereal for breakfast with skim milk and sliced banana.
I blew my WW points for the week, and with F2F coming up, it doesn't look like I'll be back on track until Monday. No biggie.
He thinks I should switch "the boy" to "my special male friend."
...
so
much no. There's a big step from wry/teasing/gleeful/self-deprecating to coy/awkward/craptastic. I feel it's a step that we should eschew.
Maybe you could play him Dinah Washington's
Mad About The Boy
for a context?
eta
Yay Toddson! Go Team
Death Note!
rubs hands gleefully.
Also - Teppy, it is cracking me up that The Boy's dog is a crossdresser. That's
fantastic.
Also - Teppy, it is cracking me up that The Boy's dog is a crossdresser. That's fantastic.
Chloe would wear *anything,* actually. I think there's a tutu in her future. Or ruffly dog-panties. (She has an incontinence issue -- minor, yet still not appreciated by her humans -- and her vet said that dog panties exist for this very reason. [I gather that one puts something like a maxipad in the dog panties and it keeps things dry.] And apparently there's a whole dog-panty industry, so that dogs can have ruffly undergarments if they so desire.)
Maybe you could play him Dinah Washington's Mad About The Boy for a context?
Oooo...anyone have this available for me to listen to? I don't think I've ever heard it, and I think I need to!
