Treacherous roads

Now if you're talking all the hung over people on the freeway, then I can relate. Weather conditions and roads, well...no habla

It's 82 degrees here today and it's FREAKING ME OUT!

DH and I went to Target today to get a little sun visor for the beach (let's just say my hair doesn't dry well out of the water, so it's best to cover it up and not scare small children, of which there will be so many), and I wore shorts and a short sleeved tshirt. Too...weird. Is it really January?
Here's hoping you guys have just as good weather driving in.
You all want to hear how doofusey I am? Well, on Friday I decided that this time I would wax my own legs for the trip instead of paying for it again. I mean...how hard could it be?

Don't even get me started on the fact that somehow I got wax on the toilet seat...and how I discovered it was there later.
Well anywho, trying to do the backs of my knees, I couldn't see and trying to squeeze around to see was causing my squishy parts to cut off my windpipe. Since passing out with wax on your legs is not advisable, I just kept ripping away at that area blindly. Couldn't seem to get it off...RIP *AYEEEEEEE!!!!* RIP *HOLY @#$@#*
Finally, I got all the wax off. I walk up to our full length mirror and turn around to I can see if I got everything on the back of my legs. Ohhhhh...crud. Well, the back of the knee being the sensitive skin area it is, I now have what looks like four of the most gigantic deep red hickeys on the back of my knees. And I thought spider veins were bad...
Desperately trying to remember the gossip sessions from my teenage years where gal pals swore about things to do to diminish a hickey before you parents saw it (all I can remember is the advice to lie and say you'd burned your neck with a curling iron, which obviously helps me not at all). Suuuuuuch a bad way to start a shorts wearing tropical vacation.