There I was, supine on the little table covered with an old but clean sheet, in the back room of one of my favorite little Asian nail salons, just finishing the eyebrow wax, which is one of the greatest inventions known to this woman.
But then. She asked me. Yu wan chicks?
I said, Wha?
She said it again. Yu wan me wix cheeecks? Yu have lotta fuzz.
And the horror of the situation hit me! Fuzz? Old lady cheek fuzz! On me~!
SIGH. Heavy Sigh.
There it is. Eyesight so poor I don’t even see the old lady cheek fuzz on my own face.
So of course, yes, I did wan chicks also.
Note to self: Call eye doctor and discuss lasik and don’t chicken out this time.
Second note to self: Fight old ladyhood as long as possible.
In other news:
Lunch with Kymmie and her friend Jen who put on the fabulous baby shower a couple of weeks ago. We’re going to go have a girly lunch.
Car show tonight and one of those paying-jobs photo sessions tomorrow morning!
Life is good. And obviously has been for a LONG TIME. Old lady fuzz. @#$@#$@$%