I shaved my legs

finally. You don’t want to know how long it’s been.
It is winter, Jan could care less really.
I feel so rebellious and butch like with hairy legs all winter.

But here it is the 11th. I shaved nine years ago too.
Well, not just those two times in the last nine years.
I mean before she came here. Before my shaving
mattered to anyone. As if it does now. But then here
you are reading this riveting essay.

I find it interesting that today I decided to shave them.
It isn’t like I am planning some big sex moment with my lid :).
(which isn’t even accurate, she is more a pot than a lid)
Besides, that never stopped the hair before.
It is our anniversary, but that isn’t until Wednesday.
Heck they will be stubby by then. Maybe I just did it for me.
Feels kind of silky too, I may have to try this shit more often.

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So in the saga that is Hilary and Brandon, He came by the
other night (with permission) after work. I went on to sleep.
Jan was there too. (Handy that partner thing… I digress.)
Hilary entertained this young man in her room until 2 am.
Kissy face only… don’t freak dear readers…

The deal was that he was stopping by on his way home
and she would go outside to see him for a few minutes. Say
goodnight… yada yada.

When did I find this out? Yesterday, when she asked if he could
come by again. She admitted to not telling me right away and
expected I would NOT approve.

She was right. We are learning this new road. It has a few twists
and turns. She agreed that it wasn’t okay. They are both
young and inexperienced. I think she gets it that they need to be
careful. But those damned hormones are screaming I am sure.
No more bed time until the kid is alone…
That would be the moral of that story.

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I’m feeling good, except my fingers are beat all to hell from something
stupid I did, like not wearing gloves while grouting because I had
to get into tight spaces. So I am paying, but it is finished damn it!
I ordered safety tape and finger guards yesterday for future needs.
The gloves do not let me feel where I need to. Medical ones rip
immediately. So an alternative is in order. I have to take care of
my hands… that was a lesbian joke, for you straight folks…
Off to spend time with the honey.

I hear we have a date Wednesday, but do not know where.
A hint that it is in the arts district is all I know. She knows
me so well I am certain it will be perfect.