On a Mission
Woman on a mission. We all know how that is. A very short two weeks until our vacation, and I'm nowhere near ready. End-of-year celebrations and birthdays to plan. So much to do....
Deep breath. Take it one thing at a time, and first things first. I must get out there and find a new swimsuit. Nothing like trying on suit after suit in that little cell you're escorted to that has the least flattering light possible. Nothing like seeing those winter white thighs highlighting the area that should be least highlighted on this particular body. So...I know...I'll tan 'em up. Too late to go the real route. Nothing like tan in a bottle. Yup, that's the ticket. The bottle says to shave those ghostly legs first. No problem. A quick trip to the shower is all it will take.
Ahhhh. But there is a problem. I'm never quick in the shower. I think it all goes back to when the children were babies. The shower became my refuge from crying. Can't calm the baby? Put him/her in the crib and take a long hot shower. Can't hear the baby crying from in there. Old habits being hard to break, the shower has been my refuge for the past decade or so. It's the place where I can plan the day, think about yesterday, or simply let my mind wander.
So, my goal this day was to get in and out as quickly as possible. No dilly dallying. No refuge today. I hop in. Get the beautification process underway. And the next thing you know....daydreaming big time. There's nothing like having one deliciously sweet wicked thing on your mind. My mind got lost in the daydream and then... sting... "shoot" (not really the word I mumbled). I looked down in time to see one small drop of blood ooze from my boney ankle. Talk about being jolted back into reality!
I have never cut myself shaving my legs before. I couldn't believe how much one little cut could sting. It's probably exactly what I deserved given what I was thinking. That little nick sure got me moving. Just like that, the dream was over. And, in no time, I was out of the shower and on my way to healthy looking, tanned legs.
I'm working on the legs. Now about that swimsuit. I'm a woman still on a mission. Maybe today.
Deep breath. Take it one thing at a time, and first things first. I must get out there and find a new swimsuit. Nothing like trying on suit after suit in that little cell you're escorted to that has the least flattering light possible. Nothing like seeing those winter white thighs highlighting the area that should be least highlighted on this particular body. So...I know...I'll tan 'em up. Too late to go the real route. Nothing like tan in a bottle. Yup, that's the ticket. The bottle says to shave those ghostly legs first. No problem. A quick trip to the shower is all it will take.
Ahhhh. But there is a problem. I'm never quick in the shower. I think it all goes back to when the children were babies. The shower became my refuge from crying. Can't calm the baby? Put him/her in the crib and take a long hot shower. Can't hear the baby crying from in there. Old habits being hard to break, the shower has been my refuge for the past decade or so. It's the place where I can plan the day, think about yesterday, or simply let my mind wander.
So, my goal this day was to get in and out as quickly as possible. No dilly dallying. No refuge today. I hop in. Get the beautification process underway. And the next thing you know....daydreaming big time. There's nothing like having one deliciously sweet wicked thing on your mind. My mind got lost in the daydream and then... sting... "shoot" (not really the word I mumbled). I looked down in time to see one small drop of blood ooze from my boney ankle. Talk about being jolted back into reality!
I have never cut myself shaving my legs before. I couldn't believe how much one little cut could sting. It's probably exactly what I deserved given what I was thinking. That little nick sure got me moving. Just like that, the dream was over. And, in no time, I was out of the shower and on my way to healthy looking, tanned legs.
I'm working on the legs. Now about that swimsuit. I'm a woman still on a mission. Maybe today.
posted by Elsie | 11:36 AM
6 Comments:
Obviously a case of self abuse brought on by the guilt of having enjoyed "one deliciously sweet wicked thing." That, or maybe just a careless, clumsy moment. I would vote for the latter.
Hope it heals in time for your big trip. Large, blood soaked bandages would not be cool with a new swimsuit.
I can honestly report that I have never once cut my self while shaving my legs...
It does sting!
I tend to cheat and just do the bottom half of my legs but you can't do that with a swimsuit. Oh, yes, and I had my first swim in our pool last Sunday. It was a spur of the moment thing so - how embarrassing to admit this - didn't shave. Good job it was only Husband there to see my gorilla-like legs.
So, what were you dreaming about ...?
Winston, I'd have to say a combo of the two -- maybe just a careless, clumsy moment brought on by "one deliciously sweet wicked thing."
Liz, glad to hear you've gone for a swim! I still haven't been that brave. Too cold! But the children have been having a blast. Lots of women cheat on leg shaving. Frankly, and this is just between you and me, I shouldn't have bothered. My legs are fairly hairless, but the instructions said... it was for exfoliating purposes.
And about that dream --- sorry, but this one's too good to share. I'm sure you know what I mean.
Good luck with the swimsuit shopping Elsie. I can't remember the last time I did that. But I can't remember the last time I went swimming either. Hope your nick heals quickly.
We're waiting. Let's see the swimsuit, girl. Model it for us...
Winston: See me?? -- in a swimsuit?? -- never!!
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