I don’t get out much. You might have noticed that.

I have to get out more. Something changed, not ready to broadcast it yet. But people WILL SEE MY LEGS!

I’d better explain, lest you think I am THAT PERSON.

My hair grayed, and then got a little thinner. When it did, my lower legs stopped growing hair. Really. The bottom two thirds of my calves do not grow hair anymore, and the top third grows it only very slowly.

The shortest pants I EVER wear are Capris. And they generally COVER the hair. Skirts the same, but I really don’t wear them much anymore (Can’t go to church right now.). So no NEED to actually SHAVE my legs (only my chin, where it seems a few of those missing leg hairs have migrated and taken up residence… Sigh…).

But this new change means that I might move in such a way that my pants might ride up on my leg enough to SEE THE HAIR.  Then they would think I was THAT PERSON. (Do you recoil in horror at the prospect that THAT PERSON might be YOU?)

So shaving must occur. Two patches, one on each leg.

I think I’ll have ice cream when I’m done.

I’ll have to tell Kevin when he gets home. So he can congratulate me.

UPDATE: Geez. I am now like Diddle Diddle Dumpling… The shaver battery died in the middle of the second legs. Not quite half a pair of socks, but definitely not how I want to appear… Because I think maybe THAT PERSON could be even worse than THAT ONE.

No ice cream yet. Maybe an empty cone…

Charge, shaver, Charge.