Dave, Tim, Max and Rocco were all waiting for me in the car. I jumped in, looked down at my legs, jumped out, shouting "HANG ON I'LL BE STRAIGHT BACK."
Dave groaned, I shouted over my shoulder "Shut up! I always wait for you yet you never wait for me ..."
Ran back inside and searched for my razor. The weather is so bloody awesome, we were all going to the beach ... as soon as I shaved the Amazon forest off my legs.
In a panic, I did something I haven't done for about 20 years .... a dry shave.
Ran back to the car in record time, slammed the door, off we drove to Sydney.
My legs felt a bit tingly.
By the time we got down there, they were covered with a mass of welts, so itchy and so sore all day. I limped around, whimpering and complaining like an idiot.
Dave teased me mercilessly about my ingenious dry shave. In the car on the way home, I needed relief so bad, I slathered them with Rocco's nappy cream. Bad idea, it stung like a bitch. So I used his wipes to wipe the cream off.
White pain. Oh the agony.
Yelling :"YEEEEEEOOOOUUUCH. What the fricken frick!? These are supposed to be GENTLE. They are for BABIES BUMS."
Daves retort: "Yeah, well hon ...... Rocco doesn't dryshave HIS ARSE."
I'm pretty sure the boys laughed all the way back home.
Max: "Even Rocco is laughing at you mum!"
Me: "No, he's only laughing at you laughing."