a close shave

Saturday is my day to goof off. I wake up each Saturday vowing to start on my homework, or at least edit some writings, or read a bit. Each Saturday, I do none of the above. I sit around online a lot. I write letters to pen pals. I obsess over mix CDs. (Am I the only person who still makes mix ANYTHINGS? Am I the only girl without an iPod, much less 10,000+ tunes on that iPod? I love making a mix - picking the songs, playing them over and over and rearranging them so the transitions are perfect. The rules you have to follow, the flow you have to create... Love.)

Anyway, yesterday I did all of that, plus cleaned. I washed dishes like nobody's business! I vacuumed, since my dad fixed the one I broke. I cleaned the bathtub and toilet, changed the shower curtain, and reorganized my shelf in the bathroom closet. Impressive, right? That kept me busy all afternoon, so I wasn't ready to shower until 7p. But, as I was cleaning, I had found a Schick Quattro that I had gotten in the junk mail at my first apartment. I'm not sure why I was sent a man's razor, but I kept it, and damn am I glad I did!

I perched on the edge of the tub and lathered up, and ran that slice of heaven across my legs, around my ankles, over my knees. NO CUTS. I usually use disposables, because they're so easy, and I'm not part of that Venus cult like most females I know. Disposables cut your legs up beyond all recognition. Well, the Quattro went over those scabs with FOUR BLADES and reopened nary a one! My mouth was open in awe the entire time I shaved. When I finished, I was actually upset that my legs weren't longer or hairier, because I was ready to keep going! So that's my product endorsement for this week. BUY A SCHICK QUATTRO! Woman, man, child, I don't care! BUY ONE! It is worth it. Even if replacement blades are ten bucks a pop, I will sign my paycheck over to the drugstore to purchase them because it's just That. Damn. Good.