Never use hair conditioner to shave your legs.
Having used up the last sliver of soap, and having zero ounces of shaving foam left in the can, I went for the next logical thing, hair conditioner. That was my first mistake.
My second mistake was thinking that I am as old as I feel and not as old as I am, and slinging my right leg up on the back wall of the shower.
The result of this action caused my left leg to slide behind me, thereby propelling my right leg in a rapid downward slide.
With razor still hand, I reached back to right myself, slipped and caused said razor to slice across the grain of the back of my upper left thigh. Don't ask how I did this. I just did. Okay?
Getting out of the shower, I towel off and realize that there are copious amounts of blood coming from the cut I have inflicted upon myself. I need a band-aid. And fast.
(Remember, the cut is on the back of my thigh. A place that I only see when I try on a bathing suit and look at the rear view. For protection of the innocent.)
Sticking a piece of toilet paper on the cut and slipping into my cheery, cherry-covered robe, I run for the kitchen and grab the box of band-aids and to my craft room to get a small mirror that I had put there just the other day.
Hmmmm- Now, where exactly did I put that thing?
Finding it under the chair, again- don't ask, I run back to the bathroom, as I am now getting the feeling that something is streaming down the back of my leg. Oh, gosh.
After sticking three bandages to my leg and cleaning up any reminder of the carnage that took place in my bathroom, I thought that this is exactly what I needed to share for my fiftieth post.
A bit of sage advice and a good laugh. With people that I don't know.
It's amazing that I have found 50 things to talk about with you. After all, I can sit in the car with my husband, a man I have known for 27 years, for hours on end without saying a single word.
And yet with you I become Chatty Kathy. Funny, isn't it?
So, thank you, for popping in and reading the things I write and leaving comments that brighten my day. You will never know what you mean to me. Really.