Of Anal Glands and threaded face

It has been a while since I last posted. I blame it on my job. I blame it on my exercise videos. I blame it on American Idol. Truthfully, I just haven't had that certain spark of inspiration to pour forth what's on my mind into my dainty fingers and onto this blog. I guess what inspired me to write now is that certain need to reflect on anal glands and facial threading. They are 2 separate things that share a common denominator: Pain. Yes, Pain for the common good.

My dog's routine check up didn't turn out as routine as I thought it would be. Whilst enjoying a movie, I got a call from the vet explaining to me that my dog's anal glands were inflamed and had to be lanced. I gave her the go signal and just took a deep breath. In the back of my head I knew that there will be a lot of TLC-ing to do. Fast forward to 6 pm. I expertly chose the XL Elizabethan collar for my "S" sized dog. Why? Because the small cone is no match for my dog's eerie capability to curl himself enough to reach his ass. Yes, it is quite an enviable skill ;) The XL collar worked like a dream and it's kinda entertaining to see my dog struggle to get to his red hot anus. The drawback? Feeding my dog by hand and giving him water by holding a bowl within his collar. The TLC begins. And let's not start with the medication. I had to get creative. My kitchen turned into a chemist's lair-- pounding drugs, changing them into forms more easily accepted by animals. Alas, my dog is too smart and he spat in my face as a dissatisfied patron would on a lazy hooker .

10 more days of this and then my dog will be free from the cone and I, free from subservience.

And speaking of freedom, I am a proud owner of a peach fuzz free face. Thank you "Eyebrows plus" of Tanforan. Thank you for not being limited to eyebrows. Thank you for looking me in the eye and saying: "yes, we thread cheeks". Yes ladies and gents, I swallowed whatever ounce of masculinity I had left and surreptitiously slid into their vinyl chair and succumbed to this painful art of hair removal. My gal, "Roshitha" artfully twisted quilting thread and ran it on my face as you would with a lawnmower on a yard out of control. I felt as if a billion little daggers were jabbing my already reddened face. It was at that moment when you think to yourself : "should I take this all the way and just let the tears flow?" I kinda did. At that point, I saw, from my peripheral vision, passers by checking me out. Oddly enough, along with my masculinity, the shame disappeared. Along with the shame, the peach fuzz disappeared. And when the peach fuzz disappeared, a beautiful hairless radiance appeared (at least for the next 2 weeks).