mustache

every now and then in my adult life I've waxed my upper lip. at some point I didn't like the amount or shade of hairs there and started removing them periodically. I hadn't done it in quite a while, but the other day some bright sunlight was shining on me while I looked in the mirror and I saw a few hairs that were darker than I appreciated, so I thought I'd pull out the ol' wax. if I'm gonna do it, I do it at night because it irritates my skin and leaves it pink for the evening, but it's fine by the time I get up in the morning. So I did it last night, it hurt as usual (why do women do such stupid stuff? but I do like the feel of smooth skin, I must say, although that's not my motivation for removing hair from my upper lip...), I soothed it with the little towelette they give you and went to bed, some remnants of stinging picandome. I get up this morning see myself in the mirror, and I have a red mustache! not solid, mind you, but it broke the capillaries and made them all bleed just below a layer of skin so it's these weird red patches. so embarrassing!!! so not worth it!!! this hasn't happened before (obviously, or I wouldn't have even considered doing it- guess I learned my lesson now), and darn it, it's only Thursday so I have to face the world at least two more days. and darn it and I signed up to go to a lunch seminar today. I piled on the makeup which makes it muted in intensity and look black. I tried to put more effort into my eye makeup this morning to distract from the upper lip area (hopefully), and had my mind been functioning better I would have added a necklace to help divert attention. alas, I forgot the necklace until I had already left the house. so I have a weird black mustache with too much makeup. so embarrassing!!! I wish it would magically go away instantly tonight. or at least by monday. I figure if the rest of the world gets to see me looking like a fool, I might as well tell y'all about it. I have no pride left after this. In case anybody asked I decided to blame it on a squirrel. I ate some pb&j for breffy and didn't notice some pb on my upper lip but a squirrel did and ambushed me as I walked by on my way to work. nobody asked, though, until tonight a friend did. I told her I had kissed a squirrel and turned out it was a bad idea. I don't think she believed me.