Waxing My Face

No, I’m not really going to wax my face — but I’m tempted. Here’s the deal, my face is absurdly sensitive. I have to use a fresh razor almost every day, and that razor must be touched by an elvish princess while being sprinkled with aloe freshly squeezed from an aloe plant growning on a hill nourished only by mountain fresh spring water.

And I still usually get razor burn.

I’ve tried several electric razors, but they either don’t get all the hairs (especially on my neck, ick), or they rip off my flesh around the pointy parts. Since I’ve sorta grown attached to my chin, I just do my best with a razor.

Oh for my 20s, when I could shave once every other week and be fine. (Seriously, I’ve only had to shave regularly for a few years) If someone knows a secret way to shave a particularly sensitive face, I’m all ears. And no, I don’t shave my ears.

Airport Bathrooms

Something interesting I noticed while traveling this past week: Men at airports tend to wash their hands after using the bathroom. I find this amazing, as most of the time in public restrooms, guys will handle their junk, and just walk right out. (eiw) At the airport, even with the added inconvenience of lugging around luggage, most guys would take the time to wash their hands.

I have no idea why that was the case, but it was significant enough that I noticed. And appreciated it.

CRAP

Remember the “stay tuned” thing I mentioned earlier? Yeah, well… Nevermind.

I *was* a semifinalist for a contest over at Winelibrary.tv — but as the top three were announced today, and I wasn’t one of them, it looks like I won’t be asking any of you to vote for me.

CRAP.