My Poor Face, And God Bless Jessica Simpson's Poor Child

It's Wednesday, and that mean's it's time for some wildly unimportant news.

Jessica Simpson is pregnant.

God bless that poor child.

Part 1. Am I Too Culturally Sensitive
The following is not meant to offend anyone. But, as usual, I tell it like it is.

I stopped at a nail salon today. My intention was to mostly get EYEBROWS waxed. The salon is called "Envy." It is on Preston Road in lovely Dallas.
"Tina" did the waxing, if you can call it that. She had a strong accent and not a firm grasp of the English language.

Not only did I get the eyebrows and one other area that I wanted waxed... Tina poured wax on the lower half of my face... places where I do not even have hair.. she created a thick wall of wax, like an unnecessary TORTUROUS mask.

We were having a small conversation (am I married? No) and for some reason I was afraid of offending her, or maybe of being a self-righteous english speaker. If not, I would have sat up on the uncomfortable waxing table, pointed at my face, and said "NO! Don't Wax Here!" (Followed by me pointing).
"WAX HERE!" (Please visualize me pointing again). Maybe that would have made a better blog post !!
Darn my cultural sensitivity.
Also: during my trip to the nail salon, I overheard a woman... possibly in her late 30s, I am being generous, and with very big hair... speaking about a guy she met online who ended up blowing her off. Apparently they "went on a couple dates" then they "texted" and then all of a sudden he was nowhere to be found. According to the Big-Haired Blabber, she texted him on Friday, then on the following Sunday, he wrote or contacted her and said,

"I got my phone wet on Friday. I am just going through all of the messages now."

Despite the annoying big hair, I found myself being mildly (and I emphasize "mildly") sympathetic. Why is this such common behavior for some men? Do guys have a disturbing handbook called The Art Of The Perfect Blowoff?

More to the point, WHO GETS THEIR PHONE WET ?
Well the above was a true story.

Check out this blog by Stephanie Klein.

Believe it or not, Young Readers... her blog was the first inspiration for me to start blogging.


Stay loose. Stay Hungry and Stay Foolish,

Alice
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n.d.h.