Sometimes the conversations in the wax rooms are so comical. A girl came in and told me that her snatch looked like a cat. I peeked at it and said it looked like the cat had died. I know, I say the sweetest things to my clients sometimes. She continued by saying that her snatch had been meowing and hissing at her, which was a little disconcerting, but I went with it. We started talking about something else for a few minutes while I removed the angry kitty fur from her midsection. As I was about to ask her to roll on her side, I told her that her kitty was indeed alive and well and ready to purr. Don't you love happy endings? We sure do...in more ways than one! Happy Thursday Rochester!!