Ode to the Elusive Hair

I shaved my legs today. (Hey, it's the 25th...that's the day of the month I reserve for this task. Kidding, kidding.) And, surprise, surprise, the same thing that has been happening to me since I started this task (which I actually used to consider fun when I was young and stupid) happened again today.

So, what's the problem? That one elusive ankle hair. Yep. Every time. I hop out of the shower, dress, sit down and put lotion on (or in today's case - a trial run of spray tan in a can (oh, yes...that will be it's own blog later, friends)) and look at my ankle and there she is. Stupid long brown hair. The thing could wear a bow or a pony tail! How do I miss it every time?! Really. It's dreadful. And today, guess what? There is a group of about 3 teeny-bopper hairs hanging out on my other ankle. Why do I call them teeny-boppers? Cause they're shorter than their mother. I'm assuming teeny-bopper age here. So, the ol' girl is reproducing and building her clan! I think I am going to have to start shaving all the way down to the top of my foot. Next time I will get her...and her little clones, too!

Just for fun.

Stay tuned...you're gonna want to know if she escapes the razor next time! I'm just sayin'...