I got my razors last week! As a quick review, they are SO worth it. My legs are SUPER smooth and I feel like I can go two days on one shave confidently when that wasn’t so with Venus razors. I can’t speak to the longevity, but in my opinion, that’s irrelevant when you change the razor weekly. Now, how to shave a knee safely without moving as slow as a sloth (first time men’s razor user issues, not actual razor issues).
TRY IT. (I get the $6/4 cartridge deal!)
Tempting.
It’s at least worth it just to watch the commercial.
Was wondering when you’d show up. You do realize the season doesn’t start until June, right? That you’re early to this party and nobody likes a gatecrasher?
But hey, now that you’re here, if you could please drop something heavy on my car so I can get a new one? That’d be swell, thanks.
On Thursday, I have to go to the dentist to have a hole cut in my tongue.
I have a bit of a rough patch on the underside of my tongue, and while the oral surgeon thinks it’s probably just that my jaw is wacked (which is true) and my tongue scrapes against my teeth, he wants to be super sure it’s not pre-cancerous or anything so they’re going to biopsy a wee bit of it.
Because dentists give me the heebie geebies, I’m making them knock me out. I did it when I had my wisdom teeth out too, and it was glorious. I blinked and it was over and they sent me home with a vicodin prescription.
I’m not a wuss about anything else. Needles don’t phase me. I give blood all the time. I am fascinated by the blood giving process, and like to watch my arm draining and the bag filling up. I’m a master at first aid. I nursed a friend through a brown recluse spider bite that ate away at the skin on his back. I’m no shrinking violet.
But there’s something about dentists I just can’t abide. Maybe because the dentist I had growing up was a head case? (he totally was.) Maybe I’m just scarred from all those years of orthodontia? Maybe I’ve watched Little Shop of Horrors too much?
Whatever. I went to the store today to stock up on all the essentials. Pudding. Ice cream. If I have to do this, Imma do it with chocolate.
OH BY THE WAY YOUSE GUYS
The gin & tonic cake was fucking amazing.
There is nothing more to say about them. I mean, seriously.
This year, they’re using a new fancy computer program, so we have to sit through training on the program. None of which has anything at all to do with our specific evals. Nothing.
I’m already at the dealership and she just texted to say she turned her car around because she forgot to put on mascara.
The dog was crying and the cat was missing when I first came in, but I took the dog out and let her run in circles and now she’s asleep under the chair, and the cat is sitting at the foot of the bed looking disdainfully at me. Ah well. If she forgave me for being gone for three weeks, she’ll forgive me for the dog.
So, Gretchen is back visiting. It’s raining so we’re inside this time. Last week, we were inside for a while and Gretchen was taking a nap and my cat wandered past and just sort of side-eyed her and there wasn’t any drama.
I don’t think we’re going to have that sort of luck today.
Sookie’s out from under the bed and has her cockles up. There’s been growling and hissing but she hasn’t moved from her spot. Gretchen, bless her idiot soul, is completely unfazed. She apparently gets beaten up by her sister cat all the time so this is nothing new for her. She’s bopping around like nothing’s wrong.
Problem is, I have to leave soon. Hope they’re both alive when I get back.
Somebody’s comfortable.