I'm going to say something I absolutely loathe right now, HAPPY HUMP DAY Y'ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I hate it because I am a 7 year old at heart and hump).
I wanted to try something new on the blog today and would love to know how you feel about it!
I have seen others on Facebook groups talking about the "addiction," so I want to know:
Do you have any confessions you'd like to make as a wax addict?
I will make posts like these from time to time, and you can share or not, with your name or anonymously. I'll start, just so you don't feel intimidated!
One time, I was expecting a package when we lived at our condo, nothing overly large, just another package of wax.Also, I have come to the realization that I only want to fall asleep to pink peppermint blends. Pink peppermint or bust!!!
I asked Josh to go and get the mail so he would be gone for a few minutes while I put it in a hiding place.
...then I stopped in the middle of the living room, looked around and panicked that I didn't know where to put my latest wax stash (since my little box that used to house my wax had been overrun), then I momentarily felt like an idiot/criminal. In the beginning, it was fine, but as new and more vendors came out/readily available and accessible, I wanted to try all the new stuff to review for the blog!
I realized that I shouldn't feel bad about spending my own damn money on something I, and to a certain extent Josh, have grown to love. I told him about this, and ever since then, it has been out in the open, LOL.
So, feel free to share your crazy or simple or sad or hilarious stories with the rest of us waxy friends! Have you gone up at 3am to buy wax? Did you visit the mall simply to smell candles at Yankee? Let us know in the comments! :)
