Two sisters came into the room together for a wax. I hadn't seen them since December. When the first woman got on the table, her sister warned me to watch out that a bird didn't fly out of her sister's nest.

It is a beauitfully, blustery day for a Brazilian!

You think we look like a little girl? Get over it. ~waxing rocks!~

If you come to Mark & ME for a bikini wax, please be advised that you will probably leave with a Brazilian.

Yesterday, my foot was so swollen that I tried to sit down to do a Brazilian. The client wasn't being cooperative. She wrapped her leg around my head. No, that wasn't awkward.

Hendrix, Wine, fatigue and stairs can be a bad mix. Your Wax Queen has gracefully sprained her ankle and is sporting crutches. But no worries ladies, I have ripped dozens of women on crutches before and will do so again.

I was embarrassed when a woman said she had a pelt that needed skinning and I didn't know what she meant. I looked the word up in the dictionary and couldn't believe I never heard the word pelt before. Although I was confused, I skinned her beautifully. ~your Brazilian Pelt destroyer~

People love to grab my ass when I am waxing them. It happens more often then you think. Last week, a lady was trying so hard to hold onto it that her torso was falling off the table, and if I hadn't yelled at her to get back on the table, she would have fallen on me.

Be particular about who sees your Brazilian. A client told me if the man doesn't have mojo of the mouth, don't let him go South.

A grown woman with kids was so nervous and jumpy when I gave her a Brazilian, she accidentally stabbed me with her fake nails and made me bleed.

Still troubled by Brother Wease's description of his wine stained colored starfish. Sorry gang, but I'm sticking with Brazilians, not backsides.

A woman was desperate to get a Brazilian yesterday because her man finally went and got the blue pill.

I have a clean up station for women to use after I finish their Brazilian. A girl told me that the last time she came in, she could have made a salad in her ass because she used so much oil.

The official book premiere of The Happy Hoo-Ha is tomorrow, February 16th, from 4-6pm at The Loving Cup in Rochester New York. They will be featuring signature drinks such as the Brazilian Rainforest and The Happy Hoo-Ha. Is this cool or what?

If you don't have someone to love your Brazilian, love yourself!

I'm going to be on The Brother Wease Show Friday morning at 9am. I heard he refers to Brazilians as hard wood floors. I don't think women's bodies are ever that hard.

A client referred to me as the porcupine slayer.

Don't worry, I won't rip open your stretch marks when I wax you.

I want everyone to have a Happy Hoo-Ha.

I heard about an upscale salon in town that cancelled all their appointments yesterday because it was snowing out. We stayed open until 6:30 and were busy with hair and wax clients. Don't mess with the staff or clients of Mark & ME, because we would never let a little snow get in the way of proper grooming.

A woman came into my room and the first thing she did was warn me that since she has had kids, if she laughed, she might pee on me. ~Beware of Brazilian Body Fluids~

Valentine's Day is one week away. I know a gift he'll like way better then chocolate. ~Brazilians. The gift that keep on giving.~

Mark asked me to decorate the salon for Valentine's Day, so I gave a woman a Brazilian and left some hair in the shape of a heart on her.

I'm pretty OCD about the symmetry of my shapes, so it really isn't necessary to draw the shape you want on the front of your pubis with pencil eyeliner. ~your Brazilian artist~

I have had some interesting comments about The Happy Hoo-Ha. One person noticed one grammar error. Another noticed two.

One of Mark's clients congratulated me on getting my children's book published. I told her it wasn't a children's book. She was surprised. She thought it looked like one. Having a Happy Hoo-ha may make us act childlike, but it really isn't appropriate reading material for a child.

I love when women come in to get their first Brazilian and aren't scared, just excited about how sexy they are going to feel afterwards. When I asked a new client who was super excited how she heard about me, she said "really, you're IT!" Thank you. That made my day.

If lots of women have friends named BOB, who do men have? ~The Happy Hoo-ha question of the day~