The next morning, I hopped in the shower. My showers have to be fast, because there's usually a pint-sized observer outside the glass door, either wailing or trying to climb in. I have the routine down:
1) Wash key areas.
2) Take the razor and do a swipe in each pit, 3 swipes for each leg, below the knee only.
3) Wash hair as needed, which considering I am a gym dropout, is not often.
When I got out of the shower and put on deodorant, I thought, "Good grief! Somehow dog hair must have gotten stuck on my deodorant. WHY is there not a single dog-hair-free zone in this house?!"
I grabbed reading glasses from the counter for closer inspection. Dear Lord. That big tuft of hair was not from the deodorant. Or the dog. It was firmly attached...to my armpit.
I'm guessing that months and months of careless shaving left me with quite the overgrowth in one concentrated area.
Clearly, a single swipe of the razor was not enough.
BTW, I thought you might like to see the SLEEVELESS dress I wore Saturday night. I will NOT zoom in. I will NOT zoom in.
