I have a uni-brow. I always have. In high school, I tweezed. It hurt. I made a promise to myself that once I was on my own I would never pluck again. I had dreams of lying in a salon chair, wearing a fluffy robe, while my eyebrows were masterfully sculpted by a stylist.
I found out that there are no fluffy robes and the chairs are uncomfortable and waxing HURTS. But the pain is quick and I can bear the 6 hours of swollen red eyebrow. So I wax, and I am very happy with letting someone else rip off my uni-brow.
Some where along the way, I forgot about tweezers. We have made a plan to get out of debt and that includes cutting out frivolities. I tried to explain that my self-esteem would plummet if I had a uni-brow and mustache but Adan did not understand. No more salon. Boo.
Then I remembered! I used to do something before salons. It took me a while to remember, but finally I remembered this tweezer thing. I remembered how I marked with a pencil how far to tweeze, and voila! no more uni-brow. Doin' it old school.
Yesterday, Alex and I were making waffles. I had to melt some butter, so I popped it in a measuring cup and threw it in the microwave. Alex said he loved the microwave, and could not imagine living with out one. So I told him that I was about 11 when we got our first microwave. He looked horrified and told me that he could not live with out PS2 or PS3 or PSP. I let him know we did not have one of those or a DVD player. I thought he was going to fall out.