You know what ticks me off? When I’m getting a manicure and the manicurist asks, “Do you want your eyebrows waxed?”
Here I was thinking my eyebrows had it going on, and she blows my confidence with one question.
I wanted to say, “If I’d needed my eyebrows waxed that’s what I’d have asked for. Stick to the fingernails, lady.”
Instead I mumbled a polite, “No, thank you,” but now I can’t stop wondering if I should’ve had my eyebrows waxed. Too late now! These are the brows I’m taking to Texas:
They aren’t awful, are they? That’s code for, “if they are, I really don’t want to know.” After all these years here I am, still praying for eyebrows.