Wednesday, October 19, 2011
WAX ON WAX OFF
My daughter claims that when I decided to go blonde I underwent a complete metamorphosis. I am now a proud foo fooey "let's go get our nails done" type of woman. I even graduated to having my legs waxed and although waxing doesn't rank high up on the pleasure meter unless you have masochistic tendencies, it does last longer than shaving.
One of our mother-daughter activities used to be going to have our nails done together. My daughter has always been a princess and has a shoe collection to prove it. I even occasionally would make it a real family affair and bring the queen mother along to have hers done. One time I suggested my daughter get her legs done while we were there getting our nails done. When asked if it hurt, I shrugged and told her it wasn't too bad (my logic being if you had given birth nothing topped that), so off she went to the waxing room to become a real sophisticated woman.
She had only been in there a few minutes when one of the women emerged and told me my daughter wanted to see me. I know I had a puzzled look on my face because my waxroom escort looked as if she was going to start rolling on the floor laughing her ass off at any moment. WTF? Had they mistakenly waxed my daughter's head instead? Removed her eyebrows? Ripped off her lip when waxing her upper lip?
Inside the room was my daughter laid out on a table. She was on the verge of tears and when she saw me she whined pathetically, "you told me it didn't hurt!" I couldn't help, but laugh and when I replied, "and I told you the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus were real, too!" the two waxing sadists (direct descendants of Marquis de Sade) burst into laughter. To this day, they still chuckle about me having to hold my daughter's hand while she had her legs waxed and to this day, my daughter still scolds me for lying to her. What a bad mother I am! My only regret is that I didn't get any pictures of the blessed event.