Botox

I would classify myself as low maintenance. I don't wear makeup all that often. I am very much a tomboy, except that I like doing my nails, and shopping for clothes now and again.

I did something different on Wednesday. I am an elite member on Yelp and decided to take part in an event at a beauty place. It provided your choice of a facial, filler (for lips), or botox for free.

All of these selections are so foreign to me. However, it would be a good introduction to any of them. I have never done any of these services in my life.

Both my guy and I have full lips. So, the filler option wasn't for me. I decided not to do a facial. The last thing I need is for my oily skin to break out because my face has been massaged more than usual.

Yep, I did botox. There is a first for everything.

For the longest time, I have had this fairly deep crease on my forehead. It is probably due to working with folks who possess either poor judgment or lack common sense. So, I probably raise my eyebrows a lot and end up saying, "Huh?"

I wanted to see whether my deep creasy line could be faded in some way.

This event was wonderful. I was greeted promptly and given a bottle of water. I filled out forms and waited until my technician was free. She was knowledgeable. She is a registered nurse. She explained the procedure and answered all my questions.

Sure enough, my deep forehead line could be faded away. She administered botox on my forehead. The needle didn't hurt. I just felt small pricks here and there.

It has been a day and I am seeing a difference. My crease line is shorter. It's pretty neat. And, yes, and I can still crack a smile and my forehead still moves.

Botox is expensive, though. My treatment would have been $300 had I not been invited to this special event. I am grateful for being invited. It is effective and I had a good first experience.

Botox, spanking, and balls

Sometimes, the conversations that my guy and I have are different. It's probably due to missing each other, being in different timezones, and being horny.

My guy decided to try botox while in Istanbul. He has a couple of eleven lines between his eyebrows, which make him feel like he's always angry. Apparently, the botox injections there are of better quality than those that he got locally in the greater Toronto area.

"I can't wait to see you wrinkle-free skin," I told him over the phone.
"You won't be able to kiss me. You will be bent over that boardroom table, with your bare bottom exposed for me to spank you, remember?" he replied, referring to our conversation the day before.
"But, I want to kiss you," I insisted.
"Your butt can kiss my balls and I take you from behind," he replied.

Ah, romance at its finest! And, yes, we have a seven-hour difference.

Is it Saturday yet? He comes home in less than two days. Yay!