You kill me. I attempted three different kinds of you, and managed to make my poor armpits BLEED, and guess what? You didn’t take any effing hair off of my pits. DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO WALK AROUND WITH HAIRY ARMPITS?! Agh.
Maybe I should get a proffessional in here to deal with my pits. I really thought I could just take care of it myself, because there’s only like ten hairs per pit, but no! I bleed, I try many kits, and the hair remains! Oh trusty razor, you will never let me down.
I attempted the legs as well, and that went OKAY. Not great, but okay. Maybe waxing my own body isn’t my thing?
Also, one of the dogs peed ON THE COUCH. AGAIN. What the shit, dogs?! Looks like I might have to get a scat mat or something. I bought them some new toys, including a new busy buddy, but no! They peed on the sofa a little bit when Steve and I went to Costco on an over-sized adventure. Which, by the way? Costco is amazing.