The other night, I realized my girlstache was getting out of control and decided it was time to fix that mess. Now, here’s a little background info for all of you who haven’t had the opportunity to peek under my bathroom sink… it’s like a hair-removal CIRCUS under there. I have super magnifying mirrors, razors, waxes, strips, creams, tweezers, gels, and about 5 different types of post-removal lotions to restore moisture and calm skin irritation. Pro.
Back to the other night. My method of choice was this cream you spread on the hair, let sit for 8 minutes, then wipe off. Easy peasy and PAINLESS because… wimp. I’m all about the comfort these days. Also, after just having a conversation with my sisters in law about getting a pimple mustache after a lip wax, I was too scarred and terrified to attempt it.
Seriously, doesn’t that scare you just thinking about it? A mustache of pimples?! THE HORROR.
So, I busted out a tube of this nice, non-pimple causing lotiony stuff and put it on my lip. Hmmm… I thought, that spot’s a tad fuzzy too. Let’s just add a liiiiiiiiiiiiittle more. Aaaaand, let’s deal with these sideburns… waitwaitwait, dab a little between the eyebrows. Ahh, better. And this went on until I basically covered my entire face in this white lotion.
Quite pleased with myself, I pranced out into the living room, right past Justin, and into the kitchen to grab a snack while I waited for the stuff to take effect. At one point, he looked up at me and raised his eyebrows, then turned back to what he was watching on tv. It didn’t even phase him. That’s love, right there. Or maybe he’s just used to my weirdness, I can’t be sure.
This had me thinking though… I am totally private about certain things like going to the bathroom, but completely open about others, like the mustache thing. Are all couples as open about silly things like this as we are? Or would you absolutely DIE if your husband saw you waxing your upper lip?
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FACT: I do not have a girlstache. I do, however, have hobbit feet and shave my toes. My husband has seen my fully grown hobbit toe hair (blonde hair, sometimes you miss it) and he’s not said anything. He’s pulled on it a few times… and that’s when I know I’ve missed it.
FACT: He has seen me clean my sinuses with salt water and a bulb syringe. It is an ugly, ugly sight, my friends. And it sounds horrendous because of the gaggy noises. It makes him run out of the room.
FACT: I, too, refuse to make public my bathroom-stall life, as does he. And for that I think we are both grateful.
I just think that once you have shared the experience of the wilds of the Amazon together, or have witnessed one or the other become covered in one’s offspring’s vomitus, or have witnessed the miracle that is vaginal childbirth, there really isn’t too much one she has to hide from her partner.
Except the going potty thing.
I’m very private, but whatever I do in my sleep is NOT my fault!