8/18/2015
Yesterday, after successfully handling all of my insurance claim business - by myself - which is huge for me, I decided that I needed just a tad bit of me time.
Some of you who read this are older and will understand what I'm talking about. I'm talking about bags under the eyes - every day, saggy skin, age spots, gray hair and the ever frustrating business of facial hair. Ugh.
I took myself off to the salon yesterday to get rid of the facial hair. There is nothing, in my humble opinion, nastier then hair on your chin. I have been waxing for over 30 years, and yet that darn hair grows back time after time. You'd think my body would recognize I don't want to grow a beard and would just stop sprouting hairs. But nope, still happening.
Once I was sufficiently hair free, I allowed myself to be talked into a mini facial. The lady that I see at the salon is so good, she should be selling used cars. The nice part about a facial is that you don't have to talk. The room is darkened, soft music is playing and all you have to do is lay there and relax. I don't relax well. I'm like an over wound clock, pretty much all the time.
Since I don't have any control over how old I am, I don't think it hurts for a woman to occasionally indulge herself in a bit of pampering. All I know is that I drove home in a much more relaxed state, and that's a good thing.
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