I know I'm not going to understand women.
I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax,
pour it onto your upper thigh or higher,
rip the hair out by the root...
...and still be afraid of a spider.
You see an inconsistency with this? :-) When a woman schedules a waxing, she selects the time and date of the appointment and defines the parameters. Spiders cannot be accounted or controlled for. And besides, they're yucky.
As for me, waxing is too painful to contemplate, but I've sat next so several big, strong guys, who almost jumped out of their skins when I caught a baby spider, spinning its web from the end of my pencil. I found it funny, at least.
Yeah, it's completely psychological. You can prepare for a waxing, you cannot prepare for spiders or roaches for that matter.
No, no, no. Not a spider. A cockroach. A big one that flies and drums.
Try the waxing thing some time, dude.
Helen - I don't have the courage to wax. Hence the perplexity at the spider!
I know when I'm a coward.
"I don't have the courage to wax."
Are you then waning?
Cheers
JMH
Well, yes, actually, I am. Except my shadow isn't.
That is exactly what I meant by roach! The Palmetto bug kind... which is just a nice way of saying 'Big Damn Roach that is 4 inches Long, and Flies At You'. Blech.
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