That time I took bikini wax strips to MOPS

I just don't even know.

Let me back up... 

I love staying home with my children, but y'all, let's face it, there are moments when I think to myself if I don't see an adult in the next five minutes, I might lose it. And I don't mean the people that check out my groceries. I mean real, meaningful, human adult interaction that goes beyond polite greetings.  

Other than the gym and church, my adult social interactions have been, well, lacking.  

Also? Somedays I swear I'm in Groundhog Day.  Eat, clean, laundry, clean, play,  eat, naptime. Play.  eat. Bath. Play. Bedtime. Clean. Sleep. Repeat. 

Love it, but dear goodness. 

I can see I'm getting winded. Let's cut to the bikini waxing strips. 

Several weeks ago I was invited to a MOPS group. Women in the same stage of life, plus free food and coffee? Where do I sign up. 

I went to my first meeting a couple of weeks ago. 

Let's stop for a minute and face the facts: I'm a minister's wife. A Jesus loving, wine-drinking ministers wife. I don't sing, sew, bake or cook much. And I love The Bachelor. 

I'm the opposite of my childhood ministers wife who sang solos at church and the strongest thing she drank was coffee. 

This has little to do with the story except to say that between my wine and bikini wax strips, I might be setting the stage for a minister's wife reputation fail. 

Anyway, the MOPS girls were really sweet. From all over the area, yet we meet at our church so I get to bug Trey afterwards. Score one for me. 

We discussed how to lower our monthly grocery bill as well as new, easy on the pocket family recipes. 

Maybe not my normal thing, but whatever. There were adults! And conversations! And coffee! 

Let's fast forward to tomorrow's meeting. I got an email announcing that it is MOPS  favorite things week. We are each to bring two of our favorite products, be it a cosmetic, food, etc... to give away. 

Then, in a somewhat Secret Santa fashion, we are to go up one by one and pick what we want to take home. Then, and only then, the person who brought that item stands up to tell the crowd about their favorite thing. 

It's kinda like Oprahs favorite things. Except instead of all getting new cars, we will take home a new kitchen utensil. Or something. 

Well, since for obvious reasons I don't have a favorite kitchen utensil, nor do I have the budget to buy and giveaway Bobbi Brown makeup, I went to my go-to drugstore find: Veet Waxing Strips.  

Dark hair girls gotta do what dark hair girls gotta do: wax her upper lip. 

This is a great product for in between salon touch-ups OR (in my case) a budget-savy way to be hair free. $7 for 20 waxings. No brainer. I must share with MOPS! They are, seemingly, perfect wives and mothers.  

They need to know. Am I right? I am right. 

Well, all was fine and I was confident in my favorite thing until I was in the kitchen moments ago making my mini-muffins for tomorrow's meeting when I glance over at my buy.  

Veet Bikini Wax strips. 

So now my options are: 

- not go. 

- Go, and pretend I forgot my items. 

- Wake up super early and exchange them at WalMart (death).  

- Or go and promote bikini waxes to a group of women I hardly know in the same church where my husband ministers. 

I think the choice is obvious. Go. Take the Veet. 

This is hilarious. And this is also why I don't have friends.