Also, pukey misery-time is pretty much over at this point.

My night began as any other normal weeknight.

Come home, fix dinner,
play with the kids.

I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next
few hours:
"Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet."

So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.

It was ( Read more... )