one down, 29 (30) to go

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Awhile back, I wrote my 30 x 30 list, of 31 things I want to accomplish by the time I'm thirty. I can now semi-officially mark one of the things off that list, so it is a true 30 x 30 for anyone who's actually counting.

This past weekend, I had a shopping day morning at the mall and tackled my scary hairy caterpillars eyebrows.  Now, this isn't something new for me.  I've gotten my brows waxed a bunch, but I never seem to keep them up, either by plucking or return trips.  Within a couple of months, they are back to their fuzzy-wuzzy selves.  But, this time I'm determined.  I'm going to the salon once a month for the horrid waxing.  I'm ready to grow up and look like a woman, rather than a furry monster.  No more uni-brow for me, ladies. 

When I got home from my morning out, my husband looked at me and asked what was wrong with my face.  He later informed me that it looked like I had been burned by acid.  "What is it with you and your brows?" he inquired.  Apparently, he didn't realize that anyone else ever went and got their brows waxed.  Like, I'm a freak or something.  Well, I can agree that I've been a freak, but only because I go from groomed to hairy in a matter of seconds.  So, here's the question.  Does everyone else pluck at home, or do you go in for regular grooming?  What else do you have done while you're there?  'Cause my brows aren't even the hairiest part of me, you know...