NEVER WAX YOUR HOO-HA

A friend of mine emailed this to me and I could NOT stop laughing.

Since I know only a couple WOMEN look at my blog I thought I should share...... 


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NEVER WAX YOUR HOO-HA

 All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises
 of easy, painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair
 and now....the wax.    Read on..........
 My night began as any other normal weeknight.   Come home,
 fix dinner, play with the kids.

 I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for
 the next few hours:  'Maybe I should get the waxing kit from the
 medicine cabinet.

 So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.

 It was one of those 'cold wax' kits.  No melting a clump of hot wax,
 you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and
 you  peel them apart and press them to your leg  (or wherever else)
 and you pull the hair right off.

 


 No muss, no fuss.   How hard can it be?

 I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough
 to figure this out.   (YA THINK!?!)
 So I pull one of the thin strips out.   Its two strips facing each other
 stuck together.

 Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out
 the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees.   ('Cold wax,'
eah...right!)

 I lay the strip across my thigh.   Hold the skin around it tight and
ull.

 It works!

 OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad.
 I can do this!   Hair removal no longer eludes me!

 I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of
 smooth skin extraordinaire.

 With my next wax strip I move north.  After checking on the kids,
 I sneak back into the bathroom for the ultimate hair fighting
hampionship.

 I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet..

 Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side
 of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching
 down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip).

 I inhale deeply and brace myself....    RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

 I'm blind!!!   Blinded from pain!!!!.....   OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!
 Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the
trip.

 CRAP!

 Another deep breath and RIPP!     Everything is spinning and spotted.

 I think I may pass out.... I must stay conscious.... I must stay
conscious.

 Do I hear crashing drums???  Breathe, breathe....  OK, back to normal.

 I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused
 me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it.   I want to revel
in the glory that is my triumph over body hair.

 I hold up the strip!

 There's NO hair on it.

 Where is the hair???

 WHERE IS THE WAX???

 Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet.

 I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip...  it's not!

 I touch..  I am touching wax.

 I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now
 covered in cold wax and matted hair.

 Then I make the next BIG mistake ... remember my foot is still propped
 upon the toilet?    So I put my foot down.

 Sealed shut!   My butt is sealed shut.   Sealed shut!
 I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do
 and think to myself  'Please don't let me get the urge to poop..
 My head may pop off!'

 What can I do to melt the wax?

 Hot water!!   Hot water melts wax!!   I'll run the hottest water I can
 stand in the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax
 should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right ???

 *WRONG!!!!!!!*

 I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to
 torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit.

 Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued
 together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom
 of the tub..... in scalding hot water.

 Which, by the way, does not melt cold wax.

 So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented
 myself to the porcelain!!

 God bless the person who had convinced me a few months ago to have
 a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

 I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some
 secret of how to get me undone.   It's a very good conversation
 starter.

 'So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!'

 There is a slight pause.
 She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to
 hide her laughter from me.

 She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, 'Are we talking
 cheeks or hoo-ha?'

 She's laughing out loud by now ... I can hear her.

 I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side
 of the box.

 YEAH!!!!! Right!!    I should be the joke of someone else's night.

 While we go through various solutions, I resort to trying to scrape
 the wax off with a razor .
 Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot
 wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then
 dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!

 By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and
 I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for
 this event.

 My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving
grace.....
 the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.

 What do I really have to lose at this point?

 I rub some on and OH MY GAWD!!!   The scream probably woke the kids and
 scared the dickens out of my friend.

 It's sooo painful, but I really don't care.

 'IT WORKS!!

 I get a hearty congratulation from my friend through her laughter and she hangs up.
 I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my
 grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!

 So I recklessly shave it off.   Heck, I'm numb by now.   Nothing hurts.
 I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

 Next week I'm going to try hair color......how bad can that turn out???


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