There’s a story going around Facebook and Pinterest about a poor woman who decided to do a “full” bikini waxing. At home. By herself. OMG. Yes, it’s hilarious and as stories like this do, they make me laugh, cry, smile and shake my head at what we do in the name of beauty.

So, here’s my story that I hope it will go viral on Pinterest or Facebook or both or at least garner a few blog post comments if you laughed at least once.

A few years ago, my sister and I went out after work for Bombay Martinis in honor of our Dad’s birthday. Neither one of us had ever had gin (beyond a sip to know we don’t like it) until the night our father died and we toasted him with his favorite drink – a gin Martini – mom always ate the olives. It actually tasted pretty good that night and I’m sure Dad had something to do with that.

So on our night out in his honor, after toasting to our father, reminiscing about him and our childhood and another round of martinis on their way, the mood needed to be lightened.

After the waitress departed and we clinked our glasses in toast once more, I remembered a story I had read in Health magazine. It was just the story to lighten the mood and the gin was kicking in. Just remembering it to tell it had me laughing so hard, I could barely repeat it through the giggles and the “funny tears” streaming down my face.

So here goes…the story was entitled “A Windy Waxing”

“I’m lactose intolerant, but I just can’t kick my cheese and chocolate milk cravings. The unfortunate result of my dairy binging is usually gas, but I consider myself something of a flatulence ninja because I’m a pro at concealing it. That wasn’t the case, though, when I recently went in for a bikini wax after a night of lactose gluttony. I wanted the full monty, so when the aesthetician was done with my front, she made me flip over on all fours. As she smeared wax in the most nether regions of my behind, I just couldn’t hold it in any longer and accidentally let one rip right in the poor woman’s face. If that wasn’t enough, I fell down laughing, which made my butt cheeks stick together from the wax, so the aesthetician had to separate them and re-apply. Let’s just say she got a very big–and (well deserved) tip. — Sasha, Sheboygan, Wisc.”

To Sasha, I just want to say, my sister and I want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for making us cry for a good ten minutes from laughter instead of from sadness. So happy birthday Dad, and cheers to Sasha for making women everywhere “crack” up with laughter. Leave us a comment and share this with every woman you know. Laughter is the best medicine, no matter what ails you.

Still laughing…