Daily Handbasket: In Which I Get Eyebrows

Oh, frabjous day.

 

 

I haven’t been a girly-girl since I had my first child. In fact, I don’t think I was ever issued a girly-girl card. Manicures and pedicures have never been a regular part of my life. At my last pedicure, the guy who was cleansing and lotioning my legs (is that even a thing at a pedicure?) acted very creepy. He kept staring into my eyes as he massaged my calf, and wiggled his eyebrows and hips. I was mortified for us both, and haven’t gone back. That was three years ago....