You Wanna Wax My WHAT???

So I went to a new gal to get my hair done on Friday. She's the mom of one of Roman's friends and I always enjoy talking to her and she has cute hair herself - important qualifications when I'm choosing someone to do my hair!

She's washing my hair in the sink of death as I call it - because the base of my skull hurts for 3 days after laying my head on that hard porcelain!!! - when she says "Do you want me to go ahead and wax your upper lip while we're back here?"

Shock and awe!!! My what??? "I have a mustache???" says the Queen of Denial. (I've seen it before but have always had a dream of looking like my Aunt Bonnie who had a mustache darker than Hitler's) I'm sure if I don't acknowledge the 'stache then nobody else will EVAH notice it, right?
Another random confession: I have never, I repeat NEVER, had anything waxed on my body. It strikes more fear in me than a root canal ever has. And, her shop was filled with people - a couple I knew and hadn't seen in a long time so if I screamed or cried or both, that would be way too embarassing.

So I quietly said "I think I'll wait until the year 2000 and never."

And I've been talking with my index finger positioned under my nose ever since. I'm quite convinced I can live the rest of my life that way without drawing too much attention to that area of hairiness. Is that a word??

Oy vay.

What am I going to do? All suggestons accepted. All pain-free ones will be considered first!

B. - who needs to be hair-free