I honestly cannot tell you when I last shaved my legs. Days? Absolutely. Weeks? Most definitely. A month? Quite possibly. I just know that when I look down at my legs they look like my legs from middle school and most of high school.

My mother refused to let us shave. Nair was a proper solution, except that I was severely allergic to whatever crazy chemical that is in Nair that BURNS YOUR HAIR OFF. How this was safer than a razor? I have no clue.

Have I worn shorts recently and proudly showed of my hairiness? Uh huh. (See 5K)

Am I a feminist who doesn't believe in shaving? Nope.

Am I just incredibly lazy? You betcha.

I am so lazy, in fact, that I'm considering waiting to shave until right before The Hubby is scheduled to be home. His return is fortunately so soon that I can definitely hold off. No one gets close enough to me to see the hairs on my legs, anyway! This reasoning also applies to giving Bella a bath. Her stench has penetrated our carpets.

I know that after this you find me wildly attractive. I'm quite a catch, aren't I?

I feel bad for The Hubby who has to shave his face daily. Sucka!

Please tell me I'm not alone in this.


After having children, my hair growth patterns changed dramatically! See what you have to look forward to?!? Now I hardly ever shave my legs because I only have about 10 hairs on each leg. I was never a hairy person, but I definitely used to have more hair on my legs pre-pregnancy. I guess it's the change in estrogen levels?