I am Out of Control

My dear husband took the little girl out of town for the night. Do you know what that means? Of course you do, it means I am home alone.
IT MEANS I SHAVED MY LEGS WITH SHAVING CREAM.
That's right. And as soon as I did I remembered why I never do. It takes FOREVER. I haven't looked at my legs for that long since my stretch mark hunting days when I was pregnant two years ago. It takes so much effort and really, my legs will only be smooth until that new layer stubble starts sprouting in about four hours.
The best part about the whole experience was that I was naked the entire time without an audience. No one announcing, "Look! Mama nakie!" No one ogling my droopy boobs. Now what should I do with the rest of my day? Who knows, maybe I'll be really daring and take a nap.