Wax...where?

Okay, so you probably read my blog the other day about torturing trying out my do-it-yourself wax on my husband. Since that day, I have effectively waxed my eyebrows and did a pretty good job. I actually did not rip out all of my eyebrows...or eyelashes...as I figured I might!

But tonight I decided I would try to wax the flower garden south of the border. (What? I'm trying to be PC.) Anyway, I warmed the strips in my hand and pulled them apart. I applied them and then riiiiiiipppppp! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! That really hurt! It seemed to hurt more doing it myself than it did when the girl at the salon did it. I wasn't deterred though so I kept plugging...er, pulling...away. I did several strips and then I realized it, I wasn't able to do it by myself. There's only so far south that I can get my head and only so many ways I can contortion myself. So I put my pride aside, wrapped myself in a towel and walked into the living room to beg my husband for help.

I figured he would take some pleasuring in torturing causing me some pain this time so he told me I owed him big time and reluctantly helped me. I laid down and he started to put the strips on and rip them off. This time, I'm cussing him out and trying not to yell too loud because the kids are asleep. We finish and it's definitely not like it is at the salon but I have another problem. My whooha is stuck together! My legs and everything are stuck together! All I could think about is that email joke where the woman tried this and got herself stuck so she got into a tub of hot water to try to get herself unstuck but ended up getting stuck to the bathtub. Thankfully I remembered I had the lotion that comes with it to remove excess wax. Crisis averted!!!!! I think next time I will go back to the salon!