I spent the first part of my lunch hour getting my 'pits lasered. I don't love doing it. It hurts a bit more than waxing. And there's the burnt hair smell. However, the sting dissipates within 30 minutes and it's permanent. This was my second session, and I noticed a big difference after the first. It's not fun, but if I don't have to shave for the rest of my life, it's worth it. I would consider doing my biniki area and possibly my face (but my facial hair is blond and it doesn't work well on light hair.) Not sure if I could handle the pain of doing my legs. That's a lot of area to get done.
After ignoring the dogs' tornado warning last week, I ordered a weather radio today. It's allegedly programmable, so I will only get warnings for Fairfax County. Fingers crossed.
As of Saturday, Batman is officially 5.5 years old.
It really bugs me when people say "Nuh-vah-da." That's not how you pronounce it. Nor is the state of my birth "Or-gone." Really, really bugs me. No, actually, I was born in "Orey-gun."
We spent 1.5 hours with the kitchen lady on Saturday, going over swatches. It's a step forward. Now we wait for the estimate to see if we can afford our tastes.