The Chewbacca Factor

How is this for the irony of life. I hate having hairy legs. When I was in college I got up each morning extra early so I could shave every day. Since I became a mom I can't remember the last time I shaved. In fact these are my legs, not my arms, not my husband's legs-mine. I'm not sure if you can see the hair, wait who am I kidding? It's dark brown and AS LONG AS MY PINKY.

I blame this on what I like to refer to as "The Chewbacca Factor". The fact that while you are pregnant your hair grows at warp speed, especially where it is not wanted. Today I went to Canadian Tire to buy hedge clippers and have cleared my schedule for the ENTIRE evening so as to take care of this issue so I can wear a skirt or some capris to Nick's grad in two weeks. I am sure it will take multiple visits to the water closet to tame these beasts.

Which brings me to my nemesis.

Yes, I do know that sometimes my eyebrows meet in the middle. You can usually tell how good life is or isn't going by how close together my eyebrows are. When things are bad they spread from ear to ear, (literally), when things are okay they do not meet in the middle but stick out way to close to my ears. When things are good, they are good.

The irony of life again here. Things are good, I just don't have the time to pluck these into submission and at home waxing is not my forte.

I guess I better clear tomorrow night's schedule too.