My sister sent her wedding pictures. There are over five hundred. I looked at some, but five hundred is a lot, even if I consider my sister's wedding one of the best days of my life. I'll work my way through them slowly. Speaking of working up for things, I have been wanting to get my eyebrows plucked for ages. Today I think I'm finally going to do it. I'm nervous. I KNOW I will jump out of my skin. I jump when the phone rings on any day. Having a strip of hot wax pulled off my hairy eye region is bound to startle me. I will warn the eye waxer. Hopefully, he or she is a calm person. Waxing hurts, but I'll feel better afterwards. I always say, "Beauty knoweth no pain." In my case, beauty knows how to make me jump, but most things in life do.