There are few rules about this blog but one of them is that I shall not speak ill of my husband.  This is an easy rule to observe because both generally and specifically, he is a wonderful person, the sort of person who always knows the right thing to say and never complains about what I make for dinner.  Also he has very handsome feet and the most charming little bottom!  You should see it, it’s so nice!

Having said that, I am now forced to confess that, despite it all, he has, alas, feet of clay.  It’s something of a shock to discover your Adonis is really a person but there you have it - I’m a person too so we’re a good match.  At any rate, here is how I discovered his human frailty (and he will kill me for telling you this, but I can’t help myself):

This morning we were lounging on the sofa together, talking about buying a flat screen TV, which is something we do sometimes.  We were arranged such that his face was resting against my calf, surely a romantic position, when suddenly he narrowed his focus, discovered I haven’t shaved my legs in about a month, and uttered a totally spontaneous and involuntary “Ewwwwww!”

There are few things in life as crushing as having your romantic partner recoil in revulsion from your physical person.  If this has never happened to you, you can take my word for it: it blows.  It took about a minute for the full shame and horror to sink in, at which point I fled sobbing from the room, locked myself in the bathroom, and engaged in the most joyless round of leg-shaving ever in recorded history.

Many apologies were forthcoming - and no hard feelings maintained.  The comment was clearly not premeditated nor calculated to offend.  And I must agree, hairy legs are sort of gross on women, and to be surprised by them at close proximity is doubtless horrible.

Still, I think I’ll be shaving more often from now on.