Shave and a haircut...two bits

So, I have a new tactic, a new strategy if you will. It involves shaving. No, not my face or my back...my legs. Since the first time I shaved my legs, I have shaved them every day with very few exceptions. Why, you ask? Several reasons. 1) For some reason, when you shave something, it grows back in a fierce way. Thick and black and I'm sure if you look closely, you will see that it carries a tiny little hairbrush so as to add the most possible density. 2) Because of said ferociousness of the "grow-back" hair, if I don't shave every day, it starts to rub on my pants or tights or heaven forbid the OTHER leg (which as you can imagine has a tiny army of its own). This, I cannot have. Anyway, due to these unavoidable hair hazards, I shave every day.

Now, I must tell you about this new development, the new strategy. I'm not sure if I'm too old or too busy or just don't care a whole hell of alot but the excessive hairy-ness doesn't seem to bother me too terribly much. Now, before you get any wild ideas, I have no intention of turning into that slightly frightening woman who wears mid-calf skirts, rolled down ankle socks and tennis shoes who probably doesn't know what a razor is much less how one works. Razors are my friends. BUT! I have a strategy and here it is...

I sometimes shave every other day. Did you see that? Every OTHER day. Oh the excitement, the intrigue, you must be saying! I sometimes do this so as to give myself a little reward. What could it be! See, if I shave every other day the shave itself seems so much more successful. In an instant my legs go from a hairy forest of hairbrush toting rogue hairs to a silky smooth plateau of touchable goodness. It's like a little celebration of shaving success every time.

Ah, the little things in life.