Vindicated!!!
Jul. 12th, 2005 09:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I am vindicated on several points.
1) Fiona called me up late last night and confessed that she couldn't find a keychain bottle opener either. "I know they had them at Wal-Mart, but the rack was empty where they'd been and nobody knew what I was talking about!" She'd resorted to the bookstore of the nearby university, but it had been closed. Defeated and dispirited, she'd gone to the gas station, and there, there, they'd had a rack of trinkets-- cheap necklaces and plastic gewgaws and the like-- and there-- there, among them-- bottle openers on keychains.
They hadn't really understood why she was dancing around when she bought one, but they'd been polite about it.
So! So there. The Champion Purchaser Of Consumer Items in my entire extended family had trouble, too. It's not just that I'm a moron.
2) Z shaves with a straight razor, and has done so for just about a year now. When he shaves at all, which I must admit has been seldom at some points. He's very macho about it, and indeed the thing does give him a very close and beautiful shave. It takes him forever, but then, the shave lasts longer than the electric razor one used to.
He recently admitted that for the very difficult bit of his chin, he's been using my razor.
HA! I don't know why that amuses me but it does.
This morning he's in a bit of a hurry, and so is shaving with a disposable safety razor I gave him (he was going to use mine. I said don't; I've been using that same Venus razor head for probably months now and it must be dull as hell). One thing I'll say for the straight razor: he has only ever cut himself once, and it wasn't even serious enough to bleed. But just now-- he's just cut himself. Which advances our theory that things that are supposed to be safe are usually far more dangerous than the just plain dangerous things.
I've used the straight razor on my legs. On the straightaways, it did indeed give me the closest shave of my life. It was nuts how close this thing was. My legs were like a baby's ass, and it was wicked fast.
But on the curves?
Too chicken to try it.
So, Z's off to his "we'd like to hire you" interview. I'm going to sit around at home and cause trouble in the meantime. I'm feeling very skinny. I've lost five pounds in the week since I last took a jog. I've eaten almost nothing but ice cream in that time, as well. Z agrees that I kinda look skinnyish.
I actually have stupid financial paperwork that I have to do, which I don't want to. But it's supposed to be in the low 90s, with high humidity and mostly sun and almost no breeze, so I think I shall be seeking out the shelter of the Lair anyway. So either I'll get my work done, or I'll do some writing. :D
1) Fiona called me up late last night and confessed that she couldn't find a keychain bottle opener either. "I know they had them at Wal-Mart, but the rack was empty where they'd been and nobody knew what I was talking about!" She'd resorted to the bookstore of the nearby university, but it had been closed. Defeated and dispirited, she'd gone to the gas station, and there, there, they'd had a rack of trinkets-- cheap necklaces and plastic gewgaws and the like-- and there-- there, among them-- bottle openers on keychains.
They hadn't really understood why she was dancing around when she bought one, but they'd been polite about it.
So! So there. The Champion Purchaser Of Consumer Items in my entire extended family had trouble, too. It's not just that I'm a moron.
2) Z shaves with a straight razor, and has done so for just about a year now. When he shaves at all, which I must admit has been seldom at some points. He's very macho about it, and indeed the thing does give him a very close and beautiful shave. It takes him forever, but then, the shave lasts longer than the electric razor one used to.
He recently admitted that for the very difficult bit of his chin, he's been using my razor.
HA! I don't know why that amuses me but it does.
This morning he's in a bit of a hurry, and so is shaving with a disposable safety razor I gave him (he was going to use mine. I said don't; I've been using that same Venus razor head for probably months now and it must be dull as hell). One thing I'll say for the straight razor: he has only ever cut himself once, and it wasn't even serious enough to bleed. But just now-- he's just cut himself. Which advances our theory that things that are supposed to be safe are usually far more dangerous than the just plain dangerous things.
I've used the straight razor on my legs. On the straightaways, it did indeed give me the closest shave of my life. It was nuts how close this thing was. My legs were like a baby's ass, and it was wicked fast.
But on the curves?
Too chicken to try it.
So, Z's off to his "we'd like to hire you" interview. I'm going to sit around at home and cause trouble in the meantime. I'm feeling very skinny. I've lost five pounds in the week since I last took a jog. I've eaten almost nothing but ice cream in that time, as well. Z agrees that I kinda look skinnyish.
I actually have stupid financial paperwork that I have to do, which I don't want to. But it's supposed to be in the low 90s, with high humidity and mostly sun and almost no breeze, so I think I shall be seeking out the shelter of the Lair anyway. So either I'll get my work done, or I'll do some writing. :D
