ouch!!!

after a spontaneous lunch with raquel, she escorted me to her salon for some treatments.  (read: my feet are crunk!).

in addition to the huge, unnecessary expense for attending the beauty salon in the states, it IS most definately too much work.  that is why i normally only step into a salon every three months to let gilda console my curls with scissors or to pick up some much-loved Rusk Being Wild (a must for curly-headed peoples).

but,  the cost is different here. and my feet are crunk.  and i realized this morning that my eyebrows are...unruly. 

two hours of pure de hell!!!  the ladies were so nice.  and i enjoyed listening speak in sing-song about who knows what.  but the sitting still killed me.  and the plucking of the fro-brows just damn near made me cry.  i felt like she was digging in my skin laterally.  no sense a´tall.

i said to her "vocé entende 'ouch'?"  (do you understand 'ouch'?)  she just giggled at me and pulled my head back again.  ewww. 

fortunately there is no post-plucking pain.  jeebus!