TMI I'm sure

Although I have had a few misadventures when I have gone to get a-waxin'. Like the one time the petite el salvadorean lady forgot to lower the bed down and I fell off of it, onto her. Nothing like getting slammed into a cabinet by a puffy, half-naked, pasty white girl! Nonetheless...



I just visited the lady who has been handling Julie and Alejandro for 1.5 yrs now (Don't know Julie or Alejandro? Read the Jan 13th blog). Apparently, she is quite comfy with my business, because she doesn't make me hold anything to the side or do cute, discreet poses. She takes care of it. She wipes me down like I'm a pee-pee-poopy baby and moves things where they need to go. She's also a bit cruel, quite the ripper-outer, but she's fast. A sturdy, older, blonde lady with a job to do. The only issue: I have to do the whole "dead puppies, dead puppies" thing. Staring at the ceiling, my body finds it very easy to react to fingers in the hoo-hah and hot wax. Geez. What a forgiving lady. I just wish she had an accent.



Update: I ate the yam and it was gross. I still think I got confused with Forrest Gump. I had my dream analyzed...it was work-related. If you care. Yawn.