Most of us do NOT need an excuse to avoid waxing our legs. Things like:
1. I’m a man or
2. It hurts like hell
are justification enough for refusing to slather burning beauty products onto our limbs and rip out our hair by the roots. In fact, those of us who’ve experienced the Epilady have even more cause to protect our follicles.
Saturday, I discovered yet another reason that leg waxing isn’t a good idea. We had a friend and her friend (who we’d not met before) over for brunch. I tossed my hair up in a ponytail and dragged on some jeans and a tank-style shirt. We go about our visit—eating, drinking and generally being merry.
Only later when everyone was gone, did I sit down at my desk to work for the day. I must’ve been avoiding the actual work because somehow my hand ended up in my underarm (a difficult feat if I’m typing 40+ words a minute, no?).
Guess what I happened to find there?
You got it. Quarter-inch underarm hair. Because I waxed my legs the day before, I completely forgot to shave my pits. People, I’m a psuedo-blond in my header picture, but the reality is I have dark—very dark—hair.
Now, I’m unsure what to do. Should I…
Say nothing and have these young women assume: a. I embraced the California counter culture b. I’m developing early-age dementia and simply can’t remember basic grooming habits.
Or send a text saying “Sorry abt pits 2day. Won’t hug u evr agin.”
Or possibly post a close-up group picture on Facebook that showcases my humiliating oversight.
Where is Emily Post when I need her??
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Today is Guardian Angels Day. All I can figure is mine took the weekend off, because otherwise, there’s no way she would’ve let me—in such a hirsute state—entertain people in my home.
