When you are middle “cough” aged, strange thoughts wander through your mind. Some of the thoughts get through without your catching them long enough to remember them. Others stay a while.
The other day I was taking a shower – that’s not the strange part. I had washed my hair and had rinsed it. I was remembering what my mom had told me when I was little. If you can rub your hair and it makes a squeaky noise then it’s clean. I got to thinking about my eyebrows. I rubbed my eyebrows. They didn’t make the squeaky noise. So I put a little dab of shampoo on each one and lathered them and rinsed them. I rubbed them again – viola! They squeaked!
I looked down. No not there, but lower. I looked at my legs. I had a little stubble on my legs. I looked around and thought no one has to know. I put some shampoo on my legs and lathered and rinsed. I bent real low (you have to be flexible for this part). Put my ear as close as I could and ran my fingers over the stubble. It was a Horton hears the Who moment! I could hear the faintest squeak. I stood up with a feeling of success.
Each year when the leaves begin to turn their autumn colors and there is a crisp chill in the air, I make my yearly pronouncement - “I won’t shave my legs until the hair interferes with tying my shoes.”
I’m sure the squeak will get louder.
Enjoyed your candid story. LOL. I do that also when shaving. First soap the skin. Then the lather makes the face un-squeaky, so then I have to wash the face again with soap to get back that squeaky feeling. Only then can I add shaving lotion which then un-does everything. ddd :o)
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