Our local farmer’s market has a lot of big greens, but that is not what this is about.
Bobby’s Girl was in town for our town’s arts festival and, as we were walking around checking out the artists’ work, she said, “Remind me to tell you a story about my bikini wax.” Q asked, “You don’t want to tell it now?” “No, I think I’ll save it for dinner,” she replied. “Good idea,” I said and added, “Then we can pair it with wine.”
Our wine was poured and our appetizers were in front of us when Bobby’s Girl chose to share the story. “So I decided to get a bikini wax. I’d never been before and wasn’t sure if you wore underwear for it. I wore a nice pair, just in case. The lady looked at me and said, ‘Why you wear big lady panties?’ She paused, looked again and said, ‘And they’re green.'” “So what were you wearing?” Q asked. “I had these big green underpants on,” Bobby’s Girl replied. “No wonder you aren’t dating,” MyFace quipped. “Well, she told me I should wear thongs. ‘You wear thong, you get big ring on your finger.’ Once she started waxing, she said, ‘You really bushy. I have to charge more.'” “Did she charge you by the inch?” our other friend asked as tears from laughing were streaming down her face and the faces of Q and MyFace.
Bobby’s Girl didn’t pause to answer this question and continued with her story. “I was telling someone at work about it and she said, ‘I’ve heard the 20-year-olds shave everything.’ I told her, ‘I’m going to ask my kids.’ Then she said, ‘Maybe it’s a white thing.’ Then I started thinking about when my tubs would clog up and I thought, ‘huh.’ Anyway, I wear thongs now.”
“I’m really glad you rectified it,” MyFace told Bobby’s Girl then looked at me and advised, “You have to change her blog name to Bushy.” I took it under advisement, but I really like Bobby’s Girl – that story is equally as funny. Maybe her name could be Bobby’s Bushy Girl.
