Being Beautiful is a First World Problem

Today I have three hours scheduled at the salon.  This trip will include, hair cut, coloring, styling, waxing (lip and brows), and a manicure.  All of it except the manicure are a necessity.  The lip wax is definitely overdue. I look okay in the mirror in the bathroom, but then I get in the car and look in the rear view mirror and go, "Eesh."  I do the manicure only because I have so much hair that it takes forever for the color to process, so the manicure is something to do while I wait for that.

After all of these years, I should understand the necessity of the time required for "maintenance."  It only gets longer.  It's one of those things that women's magazines and style shows say, "This is good for you -- spending time on yourself is important."  Bleah.  I would rather lay around in my pjs all morning.  I could lay around in my pjs all morning and make the appointment for the afternoon, but then that would cut into my afternoon nap...

In fact, I feel guilty spending so much time on myself.  I feel like I should be doing something more "productive" even though the beauty maintenance is, technically, productive.  Or rather, more productive than playing a computer game, watching videos and Packers.com, surfing the internet, or watching the avalanche of crap on TLC.

And all of this whining reminds me that being beautiful is a First World Problem: