For the first time, I have found something distasteful in regards to shoes.

A woman at work saw by aforementioned beautiful birthday flowers, and asked me how old I had turned, to which I replied rather truthfully, eighteen.

Her eyes widened in horror and disgust and she remarked "I have shoes older than you."

I wanted to say, but only though, "Honey, any shoes that are older than me should most likely be burned on the spot. I wouldn't advertise that you have committed such a crime against fashion, but far worse, against the name of shoes!"

Anyway.

I got my eyebrows waxed over lunch. I had to choose food over beauty. Beauty won. Hands down. I was told I have perfectly shaped brows. Scary. I would not want to see unperfectly shaped brows, that would be very, very scary. I was inspired to get my brows done after looking at pictures from my birthday. Terrifying. They had a striking similarity to four years ago when I didn't pluck them.