This is the second time I have written this, silly Blogger is trying to drive me insane, luckily it really can’t compare with a 4 year old and a one year old
So, I’ve been epilated. Who knew that was even a word… I mean, I would have thought it was something like de-folliculate. Wrong– it’s epilated. How, you might ask, was I epilated. Well, it basically feels like a weed wacker’s been put next to your leg and you’re running it UP and down your leg. And WHY on EARTH would I DO such a thing to myself? Why, because my mom gave it to me for my birthday. Happy birthday to me (not sure which is worse — an epilady or Drew telling me he doesn’t have time to get me anything). So, my legs are clean. REALLY clean. I kind of like the way it feels. And, apparenly, I don’t have to do this again for another 4 weeks, which I can easily handle. Actually, on the old happy face/0-10 pain scale, I’d put myself at a moderate frown, or a 2. So, probably in the end worth it… Thanks mom…
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