hot wax and baby wings

I'm leaving for San Juan tomorrow (today, really), and just had an hour and a half of gut-wrenching panic when I couldn't find my camera.

I mean, what's the point of even going to Puerto Rico if I don't have a camera with me??

OK, maybe I could find something to do, but jeez. Well, anyway, camera located.

Since I can now afford the finer things in life, like Starbucks, and pedicures, I stopped off at Starbucks this morning on my way to a pedicure. My mom met me at the nail salon, but she was late. I had way too much time to kill reading the menu of services and draining my caramel macchiato, and spontaneously decided to get my eyebrows waxed.

I've never had my eyebrows waxed before. A) I have naturally gorgeous eyebrows, and B) approximately seven years ago, I was visiting my friend Jackie, and she went to get her eyebrows waxed, and she came out looking like Groucho Marx, with 3rd degree burns for eyebrows. Eventually, her forehead blistered and peeled and only left her with some minor bruising, but she seemed to think that painful pink patches of skin were the norm. I never saw the benefit, and have since avoided hot wax completely.

Then the 40-year Old Virgin came out, and only reinforced my fears.

But with a new income and a free week at a 4-star hotel ahead of me, I'm feeling up for adventure.

Hot wax was spread on my eyebrow area, and it sort of felt like warm honey. Cloth was pressed into the wax and then quickly pulled off and... OHH-H KELLY CLARKSON! nothing. She repeated this three times, then went in with a tweezer and pulled a couple of strays. No blister, no pink skin, no gallon bottle of aloe. Eight bucks. I am never lifting a finger to my own eyebrow again. Jackie, you need to start going someplace else.

I also picked up a ring today. Silver, with a small design of tiny angel wings.

Now, whenever I travel, I can look at my hand, and my baby is with me.

Plus, my nails look really nice. :)