John and I went grocery shopping yesterday afternoon. We bought a pack a razor blades. I told him to save one for me because I hadn’t had new blades on my shower-shaver in over 5 months. I wanted smooth legs again, dammit! Anyway, we got home and put up the food and I thought no more of it until this morning. John shaved his face before he left this morning, and I was thinking “Aewsome! I get to shave my legs in the shower!” So I go in to put the new blade on my razor, but I can’t find th eone he was supposed to save for me. I walked all over the house in my skivvies looking for the damn thing. Two bathrooms and a kitchen later, I give up and grumble my way into the shower.
Where I find that John put the new blade on my razor himself. Awww. 🙂
aaaaawwwwww! he luuurrrrvvvves ewe!