This morning in the shower I shaved my legs. Big deal, I do that from time to time. But as I was sitting here with my legs crossed at work, my hand brushed up against them. And you know what? Smooth as a baby’s butt. No lie. I didn’t leave a strip or patch unshaved and no cuts or knicks. And to think, it wasn’t even a new razor. I hope I’m able to get some work done today and not be distracted by rubbing my calves but you never know. Any girl will agree this is quite the feat and it will take all my willpower not to approach people in my building and command them to feel my legs. This has made my day.