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February 27, 2008
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I have, so far, managed to stay within my weight gain goal for this pregnancy. I'm actually impressed, since it's not like I've been eating particularly well. My Sonic habit alone should be kicking my butt. Add that to my obsession with Cadbury Mini Eggs, and the fact that we keep M&M's around constantly to bribe Katie to use the potty. And the Valentine's candy. Oh, and Rex's birthday cake.
You can see why I'm surprised.
I spent my kids free hours today waiting at the rental house for the carpet cleaners to come. Not that they weren't well within their window, and once they got there, were quite quick. Too quick, in fact, to feel like I got what I was paying for. I mean, I'm sure I did, but since there was no furniture to move they arrived, cleaned, packed up and left in under 30 minutes.
Jamie is supposed to take a bug to school tomorrow. I had planned to look with her this afternoon, but I ended up saving my sanity by forcing a nap instead. By the time the girls woke up, they had to eat and run to TKD and didn't come home til well after bedtime. She and Rex remembered a (dead) grasshopper in the garage. I just went out to collect it. It's huge, nicely dead, and Rex ran over it's head when he brought the girls home. I'm not sending a juicy headless grasshopper to school with my kid. Unfortunately, it's cold outside, and not another bug to be seen.
Why is it that whenever you go into a salon to get, say, your lip waxed, they ask you if you want your eyebrows done? I don't think I've once gotten a lip wax without being asked as least once if I wanted my eyebrows done. I don't have faint line eyebrows, but it's not like I have fuzzy caterpillars crawling around up there.
Posted by me at February 27, 2008 9:49 PM
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I get my eyebrows waxed fairly often -- they're big and mean and brown and you wouldn't want to meet them in a dark alley. I've had my fair share of salon waxing misadventures (the time the girl slopped wax practically down to my lashes was memorable to say the least) but the most horrified I've ever been was the time the waxer casually asked if I wanted my lip done, too. Eyebrows aside, the rest of the hair on my face is pretty downy and invisible, but that offer sent me into mirror-searching paranoia that maybe my lip fuzz had darkened without me noticing it.
Really, they ought to just wax the part they've been paid to wax and shut up!
Posted by: Summer at February 28, 2008 10:32 AM