Did I Shave my Legs for This?

You know your life has changed when "shave day" has become the new invite for romance. When I was a teenager I don't remember shaving being such a scarce or important thing. But I found myself texting my husband the other day, flirtatiously: It's a shave day ;)



Can't forget the winky face!



Hair, although tolerable for both myself and Bobby, doesn't create an ideal ambiance. I think Bobby is okay with stubble, I am speaking on his behalf. I never had a complaint. But after a fresh shave you feel like a million bucks! Maybe it's a generational thing. I don't know if anyone past the age of 40 even reads this to verify.



It seems as though shave days are getting fewer and far between. Perhaps I am getting old, and that is the natural progression. Perhaps its the fact that I don't have a few extra minutes in the shower, when I know the clock is ticking and there are kids to dress and places to go. The legs and other areas take a back seat.



It seems I have developed a shave schedule, where I know to set aside time for this daunting task. Fridays are always a designated shave day. If I haven't squeezed time in during the week, Fridays are a mandatory, get out-your-razor day.



There have been a few occasions where we have missed the romance on a shave day. We woke the next morning, after falling asleep, with looks of disappointment upon our faces. Dang it! How did we waste a perfectly good shave day?! Did I shave my legs for this??!!



I guess we will have to settle for uncomfortable, hair growing back which feels like pins and needles, stubble romance day. See, it doesn't have the same ring as shave day!