Giant needle inserting into a knee joint?
Not one of my favorite things.
Best fella in the world buying me wine and hunting down my favorite type of cinnamon tea?
One of my favorite things.
I'm bad at being a girl. I haven't had my eyebrows waxed since before Halloween. I finally went this morning to the hoochie-high-brow spa to have it done and while I was there, I asked if there happened to be any openings for a hair cut (since I last had a haircut, ummm...last summer?).
The very nice, extremely young and pretty receptionist with the rocking kewl kid 20 year old bod clothes checked and told me that there was an available spot with X, but that X wasn't a "master stylist".
Me, desperately trying to come up with some appropriate, spa-cool thing to say about that, finally motioned to my old fat gray haired self, so well groomed with my Brezhnev eye brows and Carol Brady shag, oh so sophisticated in my jeans, tee shirt and "Happy Bunny" zip up hoodie and said:
"Do I look like I need a master stylist?"
Which the proper answer probably was HELL FREAKING YES, YOU SLOB.
But I meant it like I don't really care, I just need someone moderately acquainted with a pair of scissors.
Then I had to sit there, listening to the oh-so hip crowd, dressed all in their college kid cool clothes talking about stuff I had no idea about, feeling like a big fat toad, swearing that I would mend my ways.
I'll buy grown up clothes. I'll stop wearing tennis shoes all the time. I'll put freaking make up on when I leave the house. Hell, I might even wear a bracelet or ring or something. I'll carry a purse.
That's why I hate those places, because I always feel like I'm doing everything wrong when I go there.
But my hair and eyebrows look great.
Loki sez: Bet they laughed at you when you left!