Prepoceros

The last few showers I’d taken before today had been at John’s (because we work out together a few times a week at the gym in his complex), so I hadn’t shaved my legs in almost a week, and they were getting to be rather unladylike.

So I was excited this morning, after showering at my own apartment, that I could finally wear shorts or a skirt again. (You may recall the trouble I’ve had finding jeans to fit my remarkably average body.) I picked out a summer dress I’d bought two weeks ago and reveled in its swinginess, tra la.

As I was pulling out of my parking spot, I scratched an itch on my thigh and found it surprisingly fuzzy. Had I somehow skipped that whole bit above my knees? I thought back to my shower and remembered planning to shave, digging out a new razor blade, . . . and completely forgetting to actually apply blade to skin. I looked down, and sure enough, a veritable thicket stretched from hem to flip-flops.

D’oh.

All day I’ve been tucking my legs demurely under my chair and hoping no one notices. Look at my cute necklace! Fabulous, yes? Stare at my rack? Please, anything to keep your attention away from the man-calves.

Tags: miscellany

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