"Champagne?!? What is there to celebrate?
Crumbly-ness?"
-The Doc
February 7: Alberta Chainsaw Massacre

OK, for real. Who does stuff like this? (I am guessing it's the same person who does stuff like this ...)
All I wanted was to take a relaxing bath and shave my legs so that I would be socially presentable when I go to the gym to work out in shorts. Instead I end up looking like the unwitting victim of a chainsaw massacre.
I suppose the massive quantities of blood and the faint feeling after finishing the first leg should have tipped me off that moving on to the second leg with the same razor was not necessarily the smartest move I've ever made. But then, neither was this.
And, yes, my first thought (after "Wow. That's a lot of blood running down my legs" and "Wow. That's a lot of blood I just squeezed out of this washcloth") was "Oh, I totally have to take a picture of this."
If you are wondering, no, it didn't hurt at all. Oh, except for the part where I SLICED UP MY LEGS WITH A DULL RAZOR.

