Hey! Ho! Let's Go!

Ok, since I am running late..always and can not find the time to spare to take care of myself, in the way  in which I am accustom to, I have had to resort to some home remedies. Ok, Moms you know what I am talking about. The Pedegg, home manicures, pedicures, home dye jobs, and even home waxing. God Bless you Nads! It seems my Pedro has been getting quite out of control...upstairs girls. I am referring to my ever so slightly hairy monkey lip that I so lovingly refer to as my womanstache! OK, so you say you've never seen me with this atrocity. Of course not, silly girl. I don't go in public when the fuzz is a showin, well, not usually. It's just one of my blessings of being Hispanic, come on my Greek and Italian girlfriends..you feel me, right? Anyways, this morning, I hit my threshold. Pedro had to be dealt with. So, I go to the bathroom to do the deed. Oh how I hate  being the one to do it. I flinch and sometimes I almost don't want to pull the strip. I always flash back to the 40 Year Old Virgin..yeah, that's what my lip feels like when I do it myself. I think its mostly mental, but whatever it is...it hurts. This morning my 2 and 5 year old follow me in, big surprise. They've seen it done to me at the salon, as they are always with me. There is not much I  can hide from them. Besides, poor dears, if they've inherited my hairy chihuahua gene they should know what they are in for. Anyways, my 5 year old, she is asking all the right questions. How does that work? Does that go on your face? Doesn't that hurt? Smart cookie. I get into gotta do it mode, put that lovely little wax strip on my face ( I forgot the desensitizing  wipe because of the fear and trepidation of pulling the strip..it must be how a soldier feels right before pulling the pin in a grenade). I glance over at my girls, they both have their hands over their ears. I'm  not sure if its because they are  afraid that I am going to scream in pain and anguish or in anticipation of ear muffs due to the obscenities that may accompany such pain. I chuckle. Of  course, I chuckle. It's hilarious that my kids know me so well. In unison, as I muster the courage to pull the strip, I hear..Hey! Ho! Let's Go...to the waxing show! My little boogers..I cracked up so hard, I nearly ripped my nose off! Thanks Rock Band. As of late, my 2 year old can put anything to the tune of Blitzkrieg Bop by the Ramones! I am so proud. Hope my nose grows back.