Day 488

Salma Hayek in Cirque du Freak

I'm using every ounce of energy right now to get up and at 'em.  Kids are at Nanny and Pop's so Husband and I are off to have brunch. Got a hankering for eggs Benedict.  How very un-skinny bitch of me ...

Before I head off though, I gotta tell you somethin'.  After years of complaining about my pesky chin hairs and the need to curb my inner lioness, I finally bought some facial hair removal cream and did the deed.  I put fear to the side and de-furred my face. I did my chin, my upper lip, under my chin, up towards my cheeks. The lot! I went wild baby ...

That was over a week ago and I've been freaking out ever since.  Just waiting to see how it all grows back. Nice and soft and downy, or black and thick and pubic?  Will I turn into a she-man with a fanny face?

So far it's looking ok. Little blonde bits of fluff are reappearing, with only a couple of pesky blacks in the mix.  They don't seem to have multiplied ... I think it's the same crew that's been camping on my face for years.  I may actually be in the clear.  Fabulous!

So with that said, I've gotta go. Mr Benedict is calling my name...