One of the gifts she gave Angie, Tori, and myself was a new razor, razor refills, and shave gel. Matt and Glen got the same gift, just the manly version. Wasn't that a great gift? Yes, it was. It was useful and thoughtful and original. I loved it. Well, I have great news for everyone concerning this gift. I used the very last cartridge yesterday! That is right, I inserted the 5th and final razor refill into my razor yesterday. I have 6 red slit marks on my legs to prove it.
Some of you may be sick by now. I truly do shave quite frequently (although in my Oregon-living years I can't say it was very often). Frequently for me means on Sunday morning in the winter and 3 times a week during the summer. So why then do you ask did it take me 12 or 13 years to use 6 razors? (there was one on the razor) Technically, the last blade isn't even used yet, I still have a good 2 years until that one is considered used. Well friends, I love a dull razor. Sharp, crisp, new razors scare me. Maybe it stems back to the days of 6th grade in the tub, shaving my legs when I wasn't supposed to be shaving my legs and watching in horror as a layer of my skin curled up into a nice little 3 1/2 inch long ringlet as I brought the very sharp razor up over my shin bone. Who knows? But I still like a nice dull razor. Maybe all I am doing with a 2 year old blade is breaking off the hair, but it shows no blood and it makes me feel better.