The Hairy Legs Report
Editor’s Note: This past week, Mile High Mamas has been dedicated unto the joys of blogging. We have discussed why and how to start a blog. Now it turns personal as each of our bloggers shares the reason they started blogging and their favorite post.
My adventures in blogging started just under two years ago. I had a ton of ideas taking up space in the gray matter but I didnât have the forum to put it all out there to share with others. My husband, Secret Agent Man, can attest to the precious hours of sleep he lost because I kept him up with conversations such as,
âHoney, do you remember Jello Pudding Pops? How come they donât make those anymore?â?
Then, my cousin introduced me to Blogger. She started a blog to plan our up-coming family reunion. We were able to go to her blog and leave comments on the posts she had written about the details of our reunion. It was like having the convenience of a chat room, without having to be present for an on-going conversation.
Finally, I had found the forum for the mindless drivel that was occupying my mind and keeping my husband up at night. Secret Agent Man would never again have to say,
âHoney, I love you, but I donât care about who is going to win Dancing with the Stars. Please, go to sleep.â?
Our Mile High Mama assignment for this week is to share one of our favorite posts. Mine just happens to be the second post I had ever written.
The Hairy Legs Report
For my own amusement and a little for yours, I have decided to conduct a test on my main man. I am going to stop shaving my legs and see how long it will take him to notice and say something like,
“Wow, those are some hairy legs!â?
âAre you going to shave those?”
Or, “Are you wearing socks?”
I have already started out with some good growth. The last time I shaved my legs was Sunday. If you don’t tell him, he won’t know about the experiment because he does not read my blog. I will update you daily on my progress!
Day 2: A little more growth. Itâs definitely prickly to the touch and more concentrated around my ankle. The stubble is visible to the naked eye. I rolled over to his side of the bed last night and put my leg against his. He had no comment, nor complaint.
Day 3: One-eighth of an inch hair growth. It is snagging a little on my spandex yoga pants. Again, I threw my leg over my main man in bed last night. He touched it and said nothing. Hhhhmph!
Day 4: I think heâs on to me! He dared me to quit wearing make-up this morning! Then, he gave me that look, like he just threw in all his chips. Could it be that he read my blog? There is one-fourth of an inch of growth. It’s feeling a little softer. I am going to have my legs professionally waxed when this is over.
Day 5: THE STAND-OFF HAS ENDED. I wore capri pants today. I went to a birthday party and a soccer game with my white, hairy gams. (I’ll do anything to entertain y’all!) On the way to the soccer game I put my leg up on the dashboard of the car. My main man looked over and said,
“Sexy! You are looking like a mountain woman!”
Finally, he said something! I wasn’t looking forward to looking like a cactus in my pantyhose at church tomorrow. I asked him if he knew what I was up to and if he had read my blog. He replied,
âI have to read and answer over a hundred e-mails everyday. I don’t have time to read that drivel!”
See? There ya have it. That’s why I have a blog! My main man doesn’t want to hear about Tori Spelling, the Flylady, who I think is getting kicked off American Idol, or what I bought at the Thrift Store.
Thank you all for love and comments! I am overdue for a date with a bubble bath and a Schick Quatro!