Today, I decided to splurge and get a facial. Mostly, because I direly need one. My face is gross right now and the change of seasons usually requires a facial. I liked the girl who did it. She spent an ample amount of time on massage, when I far prefer that time be spent on excavating congestion. (Is that the PC term for it?) I need all of the crap dug out of my skin and about a layer of skin removed so that we can start fresh for spring. But fear not, she did all of that too.
While there, vanity kicked in and I had her wax my yeti arms. (yes, I am a natural blonde, but my arms still look like that of a yeti). I feel it was extremely brave that I tried waxing them again. Or, I am very stupid. It's hard to say. You may all remember the incident now known as Waxer Bitch 2007. If not, here is the photo to remind you of the cost of my vanity (and the poor technique of the waxer bitch who was in charge of de-yeti'ing my arms that day). This was only a couple of weeks before the wedding.
That did not happen this time. Plus, no one is allowed to get near the tender chubby underbelly of my arm with hot wax again EVER. New lady's wax looked like very thick pepto. It was sort of weird. She did a damn fine job though.
Then I got home and there was another bill sitting in the mailbox for something unexpected. I now feel bad that I spent the money on myself and on my vanity. (plus, my sinuses are killing me and i am poor humor anyway.) So, I don't have yeti arms and I am still a little pink from the facial, but I feel guilty about it. Should have saved the money. Right now, I feel bad over every non-essential purchase and think I need to save the money. Sigh.
What's done is done. I'm going back to reading my library book now. While my eye waters and I sniffle incessantly.
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