I don't have eyebrows...but I might have snakes

My feet have suffered this winter.
I ignored them, stuffing them in boots and socks for months.

I clipped nails once or twice, but over all, didn't mess with my toes.

So, now spring has sprung, it's time for open-toed shoes.
And that means pedicure time.

So, about a week or so ago, I had time for the much-needed pedicure.

I got the whole works.
Salt scrubs,
hot wax wraps,
lotion massage,
red polish,
it was WONDERFUL.

But the sweet young Vietnamese woman wanted to do more to me.
She wanted to give me a manicure.
I'm just so hard on my nails, I wasn't up for a manicure that day.

Then she looked at my eyebrows...and I could read the horror on her face.
So, I let her have her way with me...I mean, my eyebrows.

I'm kind of surprised there was anything to wax or pluck away (she did both).
I barely have any eyebrows at all
and the hair that is there is really light.
But apparently what was there needed tidying up.

Then she looked down..to my upper lip.

I almost started to cry.

I'm not hairy, people!
But some errant hairs are standing up and making themselves seen.
I'm devastated.

And then, I came home to this:





That's the door to our garage.

Oh, hell no.
That's it.
The garage is now dead to me.

I don't deal with snakes.