I decided to be on time for once so started getting ready to go out with hubby hours before time. I brushed my teeth before I showered and washed my hair. Body lotion then under arm deodorant then perfume on, I dressed carefully. I grew up in a generation where shoes and handbag matched with no white except in summer and outfits were two colors max. I like good jewelry accents, don’t we all?
Hair now dry, I put a comb into it so it would stay back. On with my flats, ready to go except for a coat–I thought.
Fishing for a compliment, I asked hubby, “Well, how do I look?”
“Black again.”
“No, silly, it is brown. You must be color blind. Besides you didn’t answer my question.”
“OK.”
“Sure I didn’t forget anything.”
“You are going to make us late. Get in the car.”
As we drove out of the driveway, I looked into the passenger mirror. Ugh. I felt like the little pigs in the story of the Three Pigs. There was a hair growing out of my chinny, chin chin. This was embarrassing and was sure to get worse if one of my menfolk saw it and announced it in public.
“Hey, honey, stop at the supermarket along the way. I need something.”
I omitted telling the man that I would be in the health and beauty aisle scouring for hair removal cream or hair removal wax strips for facial hair removal. Maybe he wouldn’t know what my purchase was for. Good luck. I just didn’t want to hear any complaints right then.
on Feb 7th, 2010 at 9:52 pm
I actually keep Smooth Away in my car for that very problem!