This post may be a little bit on the TMI side. If you work with me, you’ll probably want to stop reading now.

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Yesterday, I checked off another item of my 40 Things to do at 40 List

Get waxed (Legs, pits and um…yeah. I’m gonna go there. All the way there.
That will be some blog…)(I’m planning this for April, before I go to
Florida where I plan to get loads of sun…)

So, I did it. (Not the pits. I didn’t let the hair grow out enough. Let’s
face it, that may never happen because EWW!)

I was nervous. Even though I managed to nearly fall asleep during my 3 hour tattoo session I really thought waxing was gonna hurt like hell.

Um. Will you kill me if I tell you I nearly fell asleep while she was ripping my leg hairs out by the folicle? Obviously, I have a very high tolerance to pain. Or I find it very relaxing. Whatever.

I twittered the entire time and I texted a couple of friends while it was happening.

The legs were nothing. That actually felt good.

The hoo-ha? Didn’t hurt like I thought it would. It was uncomfortable a couple of times, but overall, no problemo.

One thing you may or may not know about the Full Monty wax (or the Wax-a-hoo as I’ve been calling it) is that they do more than the girly area. Oh yes, they do the butt crack, too. Apparently everyone (but me, of course) has a hair buttcrack, who knew?

Also, Cassandra (my wax on, wax off girl) gave me my new favorite word: Assfro as in, some people grow ass on their cheeks and that is called an Assfro. (BTW: I am not one of those people)

And there you have it. My TMI blog about my wax-a-hoo.

You’re welcome.