Had an appointment with my gyno yesterday. Always a rip-roarin’ time.
So upon entering the shower, I knew I had to do a good job
shaving my legs (as opposed to the half-assed job I usually do when I know
I’ll merely be in my husband’s presence … Poor guy). Unlike my friends
who see the same GYN doc, I’m not attracted to him. I’m don’t know why …
The guy is tall, fit, and good-looking. He also has an amazing bedside
manner, gentle hands (which is kind of a plus when you consider the “area”
he’s … “working with”), and speaks with a Spanish accent.
One of my best friends is his patient him and always says, “He could read
me the phone book and I’d sit there and listen all day long.” One of my
other friends used to get all glammed up before her appointment, which her
husband found hilarious when she was 8 months pregnant and couldn’t even
see her own feet.
Speaking of feet — back to my legs … I realized before my appoinment that
I had somehow only shaved one. Eeeeeewwwwwwww. (Maybe if someone had produced
the lawn mower I requested here the other day, I wouldn’t have shown up for my
gyno appointment (and my kids’ school, and my daughter’s dance lesson, the auto
shop and a dozen other public places today) feeling and looking like half a gorilla.
I chose not to dwell on my uneven shave, but to wear it proud. Why not let other
people wonder:
1) Does she know she’s only half-shaven?
2) Does she CARE she’s only half shaven?
3) Is she trying to make some kind of statement?
4) What exactly is that statement?
See? Good stuff.
I must admit that today I am proudly sporting 2 shaven legs. Proud of me?
Thanks, but not so fast … You haven’t seen my armpits.
The World of Author/Mom Alicia Murphy! 
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