This post was originally published on April 8, 2008.
It’s finally warm on a consistent basis here in my neck of the woods. Rainy, yes, but warm.
Which means I can move from jeans to capri pants and skirts.
Which in turn means it’s time for me to shave.
You see, around the end of September–or sooner if I have no PTA or school-related activities I’m required to show up for–I stop shaving my legs. I hate shaving my legs. Once the crisp air of autumn hits, I’m done with that nonsense.
You would think this could be a deal-breaker in the realm of marriage, but I have found that my husband is amazingly tolerant of my quirks, as is evidenced by this little convo that I’m certain has happened:
Husband: Hello, my darling love! I missed you today while I was at work earning money so you can stay home and wait for our children to return from school! How was your day? What did you do?
Me: Well, my dearest, I sat on my ass blogging and reading blogs. Dinner is not ready and I have not done laundry since last month. And I still haven’t shaved my legs.
Husband: Wonderful! I love you!
By Thanksgiving my leg hair is nice and furry.
By Christmas, I could braid it.
By Valentine’s, it’s like crawling into bed with two dachshunds.
But now it’s April and the capri pants and skirts are calling to me.
Do you know how many razors it takes to prune the hair on my legs? Just to get the hair to a manageable length that a razor can actually handle? It will most likely take me two or three shaves to find that silky-smooth leg of last summer.
And the hair. Oy! The hair. Those first few shaves produce more hair than Husband and I both lose in the shower in any given week. And I have a thyroid problem and he has always been losing his hair. So that’s saying something.
But OH! The capris! The skirts! The spring! They call to me. And I must shave again.
But I’m only going to the knee.
I mean, let’s not be silly. Why would I go all the way when it’s not even swimsuit season yet?
{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }
haha ha. Geez woman, have you no modesty?
I keep forgettin’ that you women from that undisclosed location are so unpretentious, you know…down home.
Us Yankees are dictated by pretentiousness so we wear ruffly thigh highs to bed in the winter , and say we’re doing it for the marriage.
In the spring? Opaque stockings dear. Only not with hotpants. That’s for the summer.
Somehow it’s easier to be immodest online.
I once saw a woman in hotpants & hose. Same woman who “forgot” to wear panties with her tear-away jogging pants. We were on a cruise and she was playing a game where you had to break a balloon by bouncing on a guy’s lap. When she got up, he still had hold of her pants.
To cute. You have me laughing at 6am, which is most definitely before coffee has kicked in! See you soon.