Well last semester I took a statistics class. The worst class ever and hardest. I complained several times to the Dean of Math about my teachers. Yes that is pleural. I had two teachers, and two that didn't speak good english. Like statistics isn't hard enough, give me two teachers that don't speak my language. I just knew this class was going to ruin my perfect 4.0 and sure enough it did. However I thought I was going to get a B in the class best case senerio but I got an A- and I couldn't be happier. It isn't an A but it isn't a B either. Somehow I must have gotten a good grade on my last test and final. I never found out the scores on either of them, but maybe I did good or maybe me complaining to the Dean got me an A-? Do you think.....?
So I wax. Do you? What do you wax? Well, I wax my body, well my eyebrows and girly mustache, not those other body parts they do in "Brazil." Any who..... Today was the day. I hadn't waxed in FOREVER and so I decided I'd take a stab at it. I have been doing my own waxing since I got married, I use to live with this wonderful girl, Jamie, and she was a professional, but I got it free. The friendly roommate discount. She did great. She would spend a good 20 min. or more and wax, pluck, and make me a new girl with definition on the brow line. Well, at first I was horrible and took forever. However, through the years and trials, I have gotten better....UNTIL today. I decided to do it at the wrong time and that was the start of a horrible ending to this sad story. Why was the timing wrong you ask? Well, Connelly was awake and getting into, on, around, and breaking EVERYTHING he could find in the bathroom. (Basically, he was eating my tampons and opening up maxi pads one by
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