I'm not sure if this is the best confession to start the year off with but it's all I have for you right now.
Last night I was plucking my husband's uni brow. Let me repeat that. Plucking my HUSBAND'S UNI BROW. It was out of control.
Confession: t I enjoy doing this and YES it is because I like that it causes him pain and I laugh a little inside when he squeals after I've just yanked out a tough one. Last night I got a little carried away and started plucking random hairs that were on his face and may or may not have plucked some unnecessary brow hairs just because I could.
I'm ready for my pitchfork and horns. It's too bad that living in Utah the Mormons haven't rubbed off on me or I would already have horns. If you're Mormon you know what I'm talking about.
Dumbest misconception from outsiders about Mormons is the horns thing but makes for a good joke, I guess. I have friends who are Mormon that have literally had strangers ask to see the top of their heads to see their horns when they have been traveling out of the state.
Anyway. Back to plucking. I plucked my last hair and seeing the joy in my eyes my husband just looked at me and walked away. Apparently he thought I had enough fun.
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