How to Survive Life in the Suburbs

Even Hubby Doesn’t Know!

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I have been with my Hubby for a looooong time.  Married almost 14 years but I think I should get credit for the 5 years I put in before he wised up and put a rock on my finger.  So, let’s say 19 years and I must confess, there are some things, even my Hubby doesn’t know.

Dear Hubby has no idea I have one funky hair that grows out from my neck?  ewww I know right?  I have to pluck that baby every 6 months or so.  My sister and I have a pact then when we are old and grey, living side by side in some luxury old age home, we will drink wine together and make sure we face the world….without extra weirdo hairs.  She is my back up hair plucker if I can’t ever do it myself.  That is love.

Romantic Hubby doesn’t know that when I have had a really bad day and need a few minutes to myself, I will grab a book and go sit in the bathroom.  It may not be the most comfortable seat in the house, but sometimes it’s the only place a Sassy Mama in demand can catch 5 minutes to herself.

My Hubby shaves his face once a day.  Normal.  Yes, I shave my legs. Normal.  I also shave my big toe.  So not normal.  What can I say, hairy toes are not sexy and after you shave that stupid toe once, you can never stop!  Perhaps I should try waxing those babies??

Hubby has no idea that when I torture myself with a Biore facial strip. You know those little pieces of tape that tighten and clean out your pores.  So sexy!

IMG_4473I am secretly fascinated and disgusted at the same time by the zillion fuzzy little trees that are left behind after I rip it off my nose.  It is so gross and I can’t stop staring at it!  (Don’t worry I won’t over share and post that picture.)

Finally, Hubby knows I have a problem with examining my every twinge, ache and pain by investigating it to the fullest on the internet.  He has banned me, yes forbid me, from doing any medical searches on the computer.  Every time I google anything from a possible sprained toe to pink eye, I end up convincing myself I could possibly have some kind of incurable disease.  Poor boy is tired of talking me down.  What he doesn’t know, I can google from my phone and will sit in my car, in the bed, uh in the bathroom and do complete medical searches until I find a diagnosis I can live with.  Sigh.  I have a problem. 

Enough for now. Must go before he reads this over my shoulder.

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    3. Hahaha! I love this! I, too, have one crazy whisker growing from my neck that needs regular attention. Sometimes it grows in a different spot. But it’s there. A single stubborn dark whisker. Oh, and I shave my big toes, too. Are we related, perchance?

    7. Wow, I used to think I was the only big hair toe person…but apparently there are a lot of us out there. And I have one word for you NAIR!!!! So much easier, no chance of cutting, and they seem to grow back less quickly.

    10. some things should NOT be told to the hubby. i have used the biore nose strips but i stopped coz i think it doesn’t “actually” work…? maybe it’s just my nose. :0s

      ~ash’s mum
      p.s. GOOGLE RULZ!!

    11. OMG, I soooooo know what you mean about that one little odd hair that sticks out of your neck! I have an odd hair that grows on my chin, like every 3 months. I pluck it and it still grows back! Tim has no idea. If he walks in while I’m plucking it, I instantly stop. I don’t know why I’m embarrassed by it…my God, the guy has seen more embarrassing things than that but still.

      Those facial strips sound fascinating. I’ve never heard of them. But it’s right up my alley!!! Does that make me wierd?

    12. Together with my hubs for 19 years too and of course, it’s better to keep certain things to ourselves. I tried the biore strip btw and that thing just didn’t work on me so I gave up on it. I google medical stuff online and, uhhh, no I don’t believe everything I read relates to whatever ailment that I think I’m having.