Friday, February 28, 2014

A girl told her mom she was going to try a Brazilian. The mother could not believe her daughter would go through the humiliation of having a stranger do that to her. She assured her mom that coming to me was like going to a doctor. A bikini doctor.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

You can get ingrown hairs from shaving, waxing or doing nothing. They are annoying. A woman told me she removed an ingrown hair that had a root so big that it had its own zip code.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

I think it would be cool to live in a world called HooHavia. ~your Brazilian daydreamer~

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Next week I am going back to Florida to do a book signing at a very busy local coffee shop. Since there are so many snowbirds in Florida this time of the year, I think my charming yellow book about Brazilians is going to cause quite a stir.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Once the lady in the pool recovered from the shock that I wrote a book called The Happy Hoo-Ha, she said she did not think she could ever read a book about it, because the whole notion of a Brazilian seemed so outrageous to her. That was when her husband, who was sitting under an umbrella about thirty feet from us, raised his hand and said "I want to read it!"

Sunday, February 23, 2014

I was hanging out in a pool with 5 women over the age of 70. The one has a son who is a very successful author. We were talking about finding an agent. The one lady did not know I had written a book and asked me what it was about. I told her it was about Brazilian Bikini Waxing. She thought she misheard me and asked me to repeat myself. So I said it again. That was when she got the most frightened look on her face and started sinking into the water like she had had the wind knocked out of her. One of the other ladies rushed over to her, pulled her up, gave her a big hug and started laughing hysterically.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

It is hard not to think about my job every single day. There are reminders all around me. For example,I was sitting on our porch reading a book when I looked up and saw a man who looked like a gorilla. The length and density of his upper body hair completely covered every square inch of his skin. It is 80 degrees and humid here and I cannot even imagine how hot and uncomfortable all of his hair has to be. It was making me sweat! And I shudder to think how unruly it was under his bathing trunks. I was daydreaming about going after this man with a hedge clippers. I can see the headlines now "Crazed New York woman attacks innocent man on the beach with hedge clippers." ~your Brazilian Botanist~