Sometimes I think about some of the funny stories that have happened to me with my wife, and the only bummer is we really have no one to share them with.
Well, here’s one of those...
Sometimes my wife doesn’t understand why I want to try something such as waxing my legs.
“Why not just shave? It will hurt! etc?”
But waxing seems to last a little longer, so I decided to give it a homemade try.
Long story short - I was carefully heating up the wax and probably applying more than I should. Suppose to be a “thin” layer. I successfully did half of one leg, but decided the sticky hot mess really wasn’t worth it.
Anyway, I decided to wax the area near my naval and was carefully walking past the leaving room (imagine the scene...sticky hands, etc, a small pony in my hair) when I scraped across a brand new furniture piece and the chair stuck to my stomach and when I pulled away, it was the absolutely worst pain ripping apart my skin. I also managed to mess up some of the varnished stain on the furniture and felt equally terrible about that.
My wife saw the whole thing and because I was screaming in pain and saying sorry over and over again...she just busted up.
I had a serious bruise on my stomach for a week, and while the chair isn’t that damaged, the evidence of my mishap is still there.
It is experiences like this one that I do sometimes wish my wife could share with a sister or friend, so she could share a laugh. It doesn’t bug her and was mostly just a ridiculously funny laugh for us.
Never waxing again!!!!