This probably "shouldn't" be funny, but if I laugh any harder, I am quite likely to pee my pants!
There's a price to pay for this hot Latin blood. If I'm not diligent, I could wind up looking like a cross between Frida Kahlo and Juan Valdez. And so, since it could not be avoided any longer without scaring children and inspiring neighbors to start a petition, I went to the salon to have my eyebrows and upper lip waxed.
So ... here's the question. Why oh why did no one bother to tell Wishy that there are different types of cosmetic waxes? In NY, I have had my facial regions (and slightly south of the equator) waxed on a regular basis without incident. However, here in the mountains, post-procedure, I look like Dr. Zaius from Planet of the Apes. OK, maybe not that bad ... how 'bout Zera? At least that allows me to retain some semblance of femininity.
I've got this lovely simian ridge where shadows of my uni-brow once sat, and an upper lip that looks like I should be very talented with regards to climbing trees and swinging from the branches.
I knew I was in big trouble when the cosmotologist said, "Ew, boy - maybe we shouldn't charge you."
Oh hell, this is so hilarious, maybe I should pay you twice!! We'll see if it's still funny if it doesn't fade by tomorrow when I have to go back to class. I had planned to stay indoors most of the day anyway doing homework and studying for this week's exam.
Otherwise, it might be the live version of one of my favorite books when I was a kid: Curious George Goes to School. Can't wait to meet the man in the yellow hat!
