TMI from the TNR

During the winter months, I often "relax" on my bodily grooming.  This is not to say that I don't wash myself or perform rote tasks of personal hygiene.  This IS to say that any extra steps I may take for hair removal in the summer months does not necessarily take place in the winter months.  And why should it?  Nobody sees my pasty white legs, nor am I wearing any sort of bikini in the snow, so yeah...I've relaxed on my bodily grooming.  Whaddaboudit?

Anyway...

I had just gotten out of the shower the other day, and I was finishing up applying copious amounts of moisturizer to my ghost-like skin, when my boyfriend passes by.  We have reached that beautiful stage in a relationship where we can feel free to do idiotic things in front of one another that we wouldn't be caught dead doing in front of any one else.  He, for instance, will often get out of the shower and perform various "dances" in the nude...dances that usually involve "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" type slapping noises.  Thwap, thwap, thwap.  And while this is never, ever sexy, it's often quite amusing...although I must admit, had he done this dance when we were first dating, I might have run the other direction screaming.

So, he walks by, and I drop my towel, and begin doing a dance of my own, the one I like to call "retarded monkey."  This dance mostly involves my awesome coordination skills forcing my body to jump and flail my arms simultaneously, all while singing a little song to myself.  (Again, these are not the sexy dances of the initial mating ritual...oh no, these are the dances of the slightly brain damaged, and only other brain damaged people--a.k.a. myself and the bf--would even think to laugh at these gyrations of the insane.)

"Naked!" I yell, as I throw my arms above my head.

The boyfriend pauses for the slightest of seconds, then says as he peers at me, "Eh, except you're wearing a squirrel."

I stood there for a minute, looking down, and then just started laughing.  Internets...well, what can I say?  While I'm not a woman who treats her nether regions as some sort of pubic topiary, I do like to "trim" and yes, I had been a little neglectful.  There's nothing quite like having your significant other point that out by comparing the problem to some sort of tree rodent, but you know...whatever. 

Aaaaand, TMI, out. 

Yeah...the picture's a little much, isn't it....

Comments

[Gem]

Was he worried that it might eat nuts? :P