I cut myself shaving! And it didn't feel so good! I started to blame BP, instead, I'm placing the blame where it should be, on Mr. Husband!
During the summer, I shave my legs more often. One because I have course hair, and it grows back like I put fertilizer in my lotion. Two, I want my legs to look nice and flawless. That big fleshy scrape, puts a damper on my sexiness!
Mr. Husband buys disposable razors in bulk from the local wholesale club. There are like 50 razors in that box. Instead of asking for one, I just help myself. Clearly, if he has a bunch of them he won't miss one every now and then. Right? Wrong!
Noticing his stash of razors were a little low, Mr. Husband got a little huffy, about HIS STUFF. In order to keep peace, and leave HIS razors alone, I bought my own. When shopping around for the right female razor, I looked at the color, shape of the handle, and the price. Those things are expensive.
I settled on a cute package of pink razors, with a great handle design, and reasonably priced. They were a little less than $4, for three. Instead of shaving every other day, I'm now having to shave everyday. It doesn't give me a close shave like Mr. Husband's brand. It's almost scratchy.
This morning while shaving my legs in the shower, I felt a little stick, then a sting. I cut myself! Not a little nick, but a one inch scrape. You can see the white flesh of my leg! Had I been using one of Mr. Husband's razors, this wouldn't have happened! So, like I said, the blame falls on him!
You know what this means. I'm throwing those dull, inexpensive (cheap) razors in the trash, and going back to sneaking Mr. Husband's razors. He'll get over it.