Sunday

So,

Yesterday I got my eyebrows waxed. I hate to pluck them but GEEZ as much as I like pain, eyebrow waxing is not a sexy time. At one point, I turned to my stylist, looked her right in the eye and said, "I don't even like you right now at all." The sadist just laughed at me. I also don't even understand how women can get other areas waxed. My legs cross involuntarily when I think about it. Ack.

Today, I did some work and chatted with my Padawan while we played Gears of War. I don't dig the P3 as much as my XBox so I don't play those games much. The kid was a total warrior and handed my ass to me more than once. The little bastard.

Yesterday, I was with my mother at the salon. We did hair cuts and color. I picked out her colors and she picked out my hair cut. There is no way I'd have let her pick out my colors but I figured if the hair cut was horrible that my stylist would stage an intervention. She did a pretty cool job of it actually and I didn't run screaming from the picture.

Zuma Blitz keeps locking up on me on Facebook. I might have screamed a little over it.

Sigh.