Thursday, April 24, 2008
So I'm in my hotel room in Pleasanton, California waiting for The Office to come on and deciding whether or not I should shave my legs tonight or wait until tomorrow in order to preserve the first-day smoothness for my first night home with Mike. Enduring another night of hairy legs (and I don't mean prickly) might be more than I can bear, so maybe it will be tonight. "Why not just go ahead and shave today and tomorrow?" Obvious--razor burn! Plus my smooth-legged dreams tonight earn Mike the 24-hour prickles. Whether Mike has ever even noticed the varied states of my leg-shavedness is unknown to me--regardless of whether we even make bare leg-to-leg contact--I just can't do that to him. Or can I?
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