I have returned from Sin City where I indulged in very few sins, the principle one being too much alcohol. I should start on holiday posts. You are begging me to start aren't you? No? Don't worry, you will suffer them. I seem to have lost my blogging stroke. Holiday posts will begin in Bendigo where Sister is living. The overnight visit was a little hard because of personal relationship difficulties, but it is hard to be angry around the gorgeous Little Jo.
Vik, as well as learning Japanese, you know Italian. How is my subject heading? Have I mixed French with Italian, exclude the English?
But before the holiday posts, this evening I discovered that my new razor's trimmer can be very useful. I suppose my old razor would have done the same, but instead of shaving down under, which leaves you smooth for one day before you become prickly, you can use a trimmer to keep the bush under control.
Both shaving your bits and waxing your rear is hard work and very time consuming. The razor's trimmer thins it all down and there won't be any rash. While I will miss the ultra smooth feel for a bit, the razor trimmer that works like clippers is much more practical.
I read, I think on a blog, about a woman who waxed herself smooth. Her bloke did not like and questioned whether she thought he was a pedo. I can see the point he was making, but still, it does feel very nice to be ultra smooth.
And a shaved set of knackers does look bigger when denuded of hair, not that that is a problem I have. Big brings unrealistic expectations, so perhaps in some ways it is a problem.
So have I shocked anyone into the knowledge that I am back?
Ah, such self aggrandisement.