This morning as I was showering I comtemplated shaving my legs. It happens sporadically during the winter anyway, add in a gigantic stomach and it's an almost physically impossible feat. I decided against it. I'm sure my OB's seen worse. It reminded me of my cute little nephew, Liam, though.
A couple of months back, he was running his hand along my sister's leg, which apparently hadn't been recently shaved. Not that she's exceptionally hairy. Well, during high school, she had a ton of poofy blond hair, now it's settled down some, but wow! Not related to the story. So Erin asks Liam, "Is there lots of hair on my legs?" Liam replied, "Not hair, mama, thorns!"
At this point, my legs are past thorny, though. One of these days...
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