I pluck my own eyebrows, in my car, on my lunch hour. I find that the natural lighting is amazing and perfect at that time of day.
Extra plus to car plucking? I can get the little visor mirror really close of my face.
Not so good thing about car plucking? I can get the little visor mirror really close of my face.
My sister is a really fantastic writer. If I had even a tenth of her talent, I bet we could make a fortune.
I gave up ice cream for lent. Typically it doesn't bother me to give up things for lent. This year, no ice cream is KILLIN me.
Pettiness grates on my nerves.
I excel at being passive aggressive. Actually, I thrive on it.
I don't play well in the sandbox with others. You'd think that after 33 years of life I learn how to do that.
Either do something right, or don't bother to do it at all. Perhaps that is why I don't ask for help?
I am an OCD perfectionist. (yes, you should pity my husband)