The high today is supposed to be eighty degrees. This is very exciting. So exciting, in fact, that I decided to shave my legs in order to wear a skirt.
Now, I've been wearing skirts for months, and I wore them throughout the winter, but this was the first day I was going to leave the house sans tights or nylons since last autumn.
As I got into the shower this morning, I realized that I had left my super awesome razor at Mike's, and was forced to use a light purple disposable razor that I found in my random drawer of bathroom stuff. I could practically feel the razor burn before I even picked it up.
Luckily, there was no burn and no blood, but now? A few hours later? It's like I never shaved at all. Explain this to me, SCHICK.
So perhaps you are like me. While shaving, I am inevitably thinking about how freakishly white my legs are going to look once I am outside. But then! I realize that my legs are quite pigmented as compared to the white bathtub, so I must be tan!
And then you get outside and the light reflecting off of your nearly translucent legs is blinding.