I know a few of you have been emailing me that I’m overdue on updating the blog. I’m sorry I haven’t been around much but I’ve been really busy digging a very large hole out in the back yard. It’s the hole where I’m going to bury my husband the next time he decides to blog about my hairy legs and me stealing his high dollar razors. I can take a joke and am only joking myself. I’m just not sure he really wants to open the can of worms on personal hygiene habits because I’ll win hands down. So, if he really wants to go there I'll be happy to reveal information about his grooming habits (or lack of). Actually, I wouldn’t do that to you guys. I wouldn’t want to scare anyone off forever.
Okay, I’m kidding. Honestly, I really can take a joke, so stop sweating and thinking that you’re about to witness blood and guts. I’m smiling as I type this. Okay, my tongue is bleeding, but I’m still smiling. In all seriousness, I am trashing my loofah and just for the record, I shaved my legs tonight (someone write that down!) and I used the fancy razor, then put it back on the sink and do hope he gets lockjaw! Wouldn’t that shut him up? Then I could break his right hand and he wouldn't be able to type either. Now that sounds like a plan!
In case you missed his lovely bio about me and the razor, you can find it here:
Did I mention that I was married to a wanna-be comedian? He spends many hours out in the dog house working on his stand-up routine.