8 months between waxes

Holy shit, 7 months since I last posted?
Crikey.

So many things have changed, so many things have stayed the same...like that sore arse of mine - still sore.

This little chap has grown:

Sadly my patience for morons hasn't grown (well, spose it's only sad if you're one of those morons...but if you are then you're probably too moronic to realise).

Still fat.

Still batshit crazy.

And brazillian's, even after 8 months (yes, 8 months, I KNOW!), still hurt like fuck.

Getting around to it.

Updating my blog isn't the only thing I haven't got around to doing lately.

I've been so busy lately with renovating, the business, taking Riley to 5 million cricket practices a week, watching Riley's cricket and being pregnant, that a few things have been let go.

So today (well actually yesterday because it's now 3.30am and I can't sleep for the 564th night in a row - ANOTHER fucking treat that comes with being pregnant!) I wanted to put a stop to a couple of these neglected things.

So I got my fanny waxed for the first time since December.

Meh, I know that's disgraceful and I am normally a four weekly girl but I kinda figure that if I can't see it, then surely I don't have to maintain it, right?

Because, let's be honest, it could be on fire and I wouldn't know right now.

Anyway, it's done and I've also updated my blog.

Now I suppose I should go back upstairs, wake my husband up and do something else I haven't got around to for ages.

At least he'd be able to find his way now.

You have such a pretty face.

People have been saying that to me all my life.

But it’s normally followed by an "if only you weren’t so fat", that is either unsaid, or said if you are my mother.

This week a very dear friend rang me to tell me that a fat ladies shop was looking for models for NZ Fashion Week and she thought I should apply.

I didn’t know whether to be flattered or fucked off.

But today it all changed. It seems it's not just my face that is pretty after all.

I was having my waxing done and was propositioned.

“We’re looking for models – are you interested?”

After the wax.

Nancy had finished her thing, my thing was still throbbing (and bleeding in parts I swear) and then Rina came in the room to do her thing.

My tinting.

Eye brows & lashes that is, not anything Doris had been near.

“So Olivia, did you enjoy your wax?”

“Excuse me?”

“Was that good?”

WTF?

Who ENJOYS getting their va-jay-jay waxed?