We were discussing waxing at work on Friday. A heavily pregnant friend had dropped by on her way to her appointment.
“What do all those Xs mean?” bemoaned a colleague. “They need pictures.”
“It should be like a take away menu, so you order by number,” suggested another.
“Especially as we’re all in open plan,” I pointed out.
We got onto the subject of the accidental ‘all off.’
I told them about the memorable occasion when my daughters were with me for a said waxing appointment. They had gotten a drink before hanging out in the waiting room – equipped with toys and books. I could hear them over the partition as the little one was yelling ‘Mum! Which one are you in?’
“I’m here sweetie,: I called back.
“Can I come in?” she yelled for all to hear.
“She can,” encouraged the waxer, as I lay there, pantless, legs akimbo and her digging about my nether regions.
“You’ve got to be joking,” I replied, “I’ll never be able to afford the therapy.”
“Mum!!!!”
“No. You can’t come in. I’ll just be a minute.”
And a few minutes later….
“There you go, all done.”
I looked down. OMG. All done all right!
“Oh? Isn’t that what you usually have?” No. It is not!! But you can hardly put it back can you??
I got a text later on Friday from my pregnant friend: OMG it just happened to me! My baby better not come early and see this :(
MWW: Perhaps you need to reconsider Vagazzling?? A bit of bling at birth??
