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So I did, in fact, go shopping yesterday (again). Today, I went and got my nails done (thank God for fake nails, I don’t care what anybody says) and my brows waxed. Kevin, of course, neither noticed or particularly cared, which begs the question: Why do we, as girls, endure the torture of having hair ripped from the oh-so-sensitive follicles right above our eyelids if no one (at least not the person you care about most) notices?
Once again, I think it all goes back to vanity. That’s okay. At least I have pretty hands and a smooth, non-uni-brow.
On a somewhat related note, I have a brilliant idea. Since my car went into the shop today for a little check-up (nothing major, just fluid changes, new wiper blades, etc.), I got to thinking: Wouldn’t it be great if there was a spa of some sort attached to the mechanic? You could get a manicure, pedicure, and massage while your car was being worked on. You know, charge your batteries while we change your car’s. Now if only I knew a venture capitalist….