Everyone needs a good laugh every now and then.

Well it's now....and at my expense!

Prepare to laugh your rear-end off!! Don't skip anything.....read it

ALL!!

All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy,

painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the

wax.

My night began as any other normal weeknight. I drove home, fixed dinner,

played with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in

my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out

of the medicine cabinet and try it."

So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those

"cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips

together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press

them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No

muss, no fuss. How hard can that be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am

mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other

stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so

I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax,"

yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it

tight and pull. It works!

OK, so it wasn't the best feeling in the world, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this!

Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward

body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.

With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak

back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I

drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.

Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side

of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching

down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip)

I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRRRIIIIPPP!!!!

I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!...

OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!

Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the

strip. OH CRAP! Another deep breath and RIIIPPPP! Everything is spinning and

spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...must stay

conscious.

Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe.................. OK, OK I'm getting back to normal.

I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused

me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in

the glory that is my triumph over body hair.

I hold up the strip!

There's no hair on it.

Where is the hair???

WHERE IS THE WAX???

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the

hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it's not! I touch. I am

touching wax.

I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now

covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG

mistake...remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? I know I

need to do something. So I put my foot down.

Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and

think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to have a BM. My head may

pop off!"

What can I do to melt the wax?

Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can

stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax

should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???

*WRONG!!!!!!!*

I get in the tub - The water is slightly hotter than that used to

torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now,

the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is

having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in

scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt the wax.

So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented

myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few

months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend,

thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get

me undone. It's a very good conversation starter "So, my butt and hoo-ha

are glued together to the bottom of the tub!"

There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal

but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly

where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?"

She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown

and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.

YEAH!!!!! Right!!

I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through

various solutions, I let the water drain out. I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor . The part I can get to.

. Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot

wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then trying to

dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!

By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm

pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this

event.

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving

grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.

Ah Ha! I'm saved after all...I relax just a little.

What do I really have to lose at this point? So I rub some on and OH MY

GOD!!!!!!!

The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my

friend.

It's sooo painful, but I really don't care.

"IT WORKS!!

It works !!" I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs

up.

I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my

grief and despair....

THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!

So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts.

I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

Next week I'm going to try hair color......Hey, what could go wrong with that?