So Sher found me out. Last night as we cuddled and talked about girly stuff she noticed that as she put it, “You have long, short hairs under your arms.”
Ok, I admit it. I shave once a week whether I need it or not and that magic day is on Sunday. I occasionally up the frequency in the summer or on really special occasions like weddings and bar mitzvahs. (I mean I probably would if I were ever invited to a bar mitzvah, but I digress)
As it was Friday night, the ritual shaving had not yet taken place for the week.
So she made lots of fun of me and then K chimed in and agreed that it was super gross and I was like “shut up” to both of them.
For a little J-back (kinda like pay back- only worse)as K was trying to drift off to dreamland, I just rubbed my gross, hairy pits right in his face.
I don’t think he minded one bit. Laters.
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