Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha

Love when clients bring me wine! They must realize how difficult it is be to be face-to-face with women‘s genitalia all day.

The things that are shared in the wax room are what made me write The Happy Hoo-Ha Trilogy and  has kept me writing my blog for so many years. A woman was desperate to come see me earlier in the week when I was out of town. She went to Sarah instead. After she left Mark and M.E. she called a friend and told her it was strange having someone else wax her even though Sarah did great. The friend asked her why she couldn’t wait one more day for me to get back to work. She admitted that she needed it done immediately because someone might want to lick it.

It has only been one week since I last waxed someone, but it seems like forever. It’s funny how much I miss it sometimes. I guess that’s why I woke up bright-eyed and ready to go at 4 this morning!

The Happy Hoo-Ha lady is feeling frustrated this morning. I finished the third book in A Promise of Passion series. I have someone proofreading it right now before it goes to an editor. I think I’m getting better as the series progresses. The sequels are longer, more detailed and have a lot more conflict. Everyone who has read the second installment, Passion Never Dies, says it is way better than the first one. I love the third book but am not sure if sure if I should start publication on it or not. I only have 2 reviews on the second book and sales are slow. I still could use more reviews on the first one to boost sales. I started the 4th one this morning. I love my characters. I love the stories. I just don’t know what to do. Advice anyone?

The next installment of apromiseofpassion.com blog just went live. It’s about queefing. No judging. It’s a real thing.

Love to read that The Happy Hoo-Ha is still getting reviews on Amazon!

“Loved it! M.E’s. sense of humor is great! A FANTASTIC read! I highly recommend this book!”

Time for some old-fashioned hoo-ha talk. Some clients like to wait a long time between waxes. Other clients can grow bushes that resemble a classic 1979 Afro. Recently, one of my clients (who fits both descriptions) was going through security at the airport and they pulled her aside for a more thorough body check. Apparently, it looked like she was harboring something large in her underwear. You’ll never guess what it was? Yep, that’s right. It was her ginormous mound of pubic hair. If that isn’t a sign that she needs to see me, I don’t know what is.

Final Mark and M.E. Wedding Fiasco: After two meetings with the Northeast Regional Manager of the Marriott, several things happened. The local manager, as well as several employees were fired after the wedding. We were given a voucher for 10 free dinners at their restaurant. We were also given several nights stay in one of their suites. Although the man we met with thought those two gifts would appease us, he was wrong. Mark assured him we were only getting married once, and there was nothing they could do to rectify all the things that went wrong that night. After some heated discussion, we were ultimately refunded our money for the reception. The pic below was part of our wedding cake. It epitomizes how happy we were and still are with being committed.

Mark and M.E. Wedding Fiasco Day 8: During dinner, the DJ was supposed to play chill music that the older crowd would enjoy like Frank Sinatra and Johnny Mathis. He couldn’t seem to remember that. He was playing dance music way too loud. We asked him to turn it down. He didn’t. My dad had to remind him that it would be in his best interest to put the appropriate music on a quieter setting if he expected to get paid. That worked. When is was time to dance, aside from the dance floor falling apart, we did have fun.

Mark & M.E. Wedding Fiasco Day 7: We had a beautiful box to hold the wedding cards that our guests brought as gifts. Once everyone was seated, the manager was supposed to lock the box in the hotel safe. When everyone was finally in the ballroom, we couldn’t find anyone to put the cards in the safe, so Mark’s brothers were taking turns guarding the box until we could find someone. It took a long time. Since there were other parties going on at the same time, we were worried about someone coming in and taking some of the cards, which had just happened to someone we knew. I was grateful for his brothers the next day when we opened the cards, because everyone was very generous.