Blah Blah Blah Beauty-is-Paincakes

This morning I got my hair cut (trimmed and re-texturized, really), and after washing my hair, Carmen says, "Can I wax your eyebrows?" "Okay," I assented, in an I'll-try-anything-once moment.

( Post- act-of-vanity funk... or is that post-feminist drip? )

Chocolate and a good, stiff drink would be wonderful about now. The only one of those I've got, however, is chocolate.