My Sexy, Sasquatchian Self

I'm finally not so on my deathbed that I can blog without passing out within two sentences. Some would just call it a cold- I call it an impending head implosion.


Last fall, I signed up for Groupon. Amazing day-long deals of so many sorts!! I totally insist you join. Yep. Pretty much. Here's the list of some of the recent deals.

One such deal was $185 for any of nine Brite Smile treatment packages. Thanks to my father's side of the family, I was eyeballing the laser hair removal packages, valued up to $1,197. OMG, YAY, no more furriness!!


I'm pretty sexy right about now, huh?


Here's the prob I discovered right away: I'm a redhead, and almost any body hair is reallllllly light-colored. So light, in fact that the frickin laser beams can't see enough pigment to do anything about removing the hair.


Awesome.


Waxing = hardly does a thing. Pretty much not worth the OMGOWWWWWW!!!
Creme hair removers = growth recurs within a couple days. Hardly worth the horrible, horrible chemical funk, Great for pranks involving conditioner, however.
Smooth Away = we'll see how the regrowth looks, but it took sooo much effort to half-clear one spot. I'd need a new box every time. Not ready to support that business single-handedly.
Nads = ...don't even get me started on that one. Goes great on toast, though.


So here's the thing... I bought four of those $185 Groupons, and now am thinking of using two of them for things like photofacials and whatnot. I will use the other two for specific laser hair treatments where pigment is darker, such as mah pits and girlie spots, so will be sure to give you a little TMI as it progresses. My legs, however, with their mutant, steel-like resistance, will continue to face the lawnmower.


You're welcome.