Tonight was Girls Night at my house. My little boy went off to spend some quality time with his dad, and my little (quickly growing big) girl and I went out to find an outfit for the all-important first day of second grade.
Somewhere along the way, I had an appointment to take care of my eyebrows. I’ve foregone such luxuries as pedicures, but one of the (multiple) things I’ve proven ineptitude for is eyebrow maintenance. Tonight’s appointment was more than overdue, and Drue came with me.
I was horizontal on the table, getting lectured by the esthetician for tweezing inappropriately when my phone rang. I instructed her to answer, saying “tell whoever it is Mom will call them back – but don’t tell them what I’m doing.”
SLAP. Hot wax on the brow.
Luckily, my results were better than Uncle Leo's.
“HELLOOOOOOO?” (PAUSE) “Oh, hi! Mom can’t talk right now. She’s getting her eyebrows waxed.” (PAUSE) “SHE’S GETTING HER EYEBROWS WAXED!!!”
I couldn’t open my eyes to signal her to “zip it,” so I let it play out.
I returned the call later.
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Posted by Heidi @ 8:29 pm
August 25th, 2009 at 4:02 pm
I once had a student tell me he had to be dropped off at school early because his Mom was going to have her lipped waxed! So, luckily it was just the brow, we all do that!
August 25th, 2009 at 6:08 pm
AWESOME! I'm sure as a teacher, you hear all KINDS of embarrassing facts about parents!
August 26th, 2009 at 3:21 am
So funny!!!