I have sufficiently scared myself out of shaving. I haven't done it all week. Not even the pits. Haven't touched the razor AT ALL. Thank god David's out of town. He comes home late tonight. For his sake I'm going to have to break down and shave eventually.
I think I'm going to stop at the store on the way home and pick up some of that new Neet stuff with the rubber tipped "razor" to shave off the hair removing cream. It's like the equivilent of kindergarten saftey scissors.
I may try that for a while and when I'm comfortable work my way back up to the big girl scissors. um, I mean, razor.
2 comments:
Nair. One word... Nair.
Oh hell, just get waxed and be done with it--but you go first, mm k?
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