Dirtbag moment of the week:
I felt like shaving last night. And that’s a big deal because I haven’t shaved in a long time. So I thought, I need to find a razor. Something to actually shave with.
But I haven’t bought any razors in a long time.
I looked in a bathroom drawer and found nothing. Hall closet? Nothing. Bathtub? Nothing. No razors anywhere.
Then I thought of the garbage. And underneath a few wadded-up pieces of toilet paper, some plastic, and a clump of hair, I found one of Jennie’s old pink razors.
That razor didn’t shave evenly, and I had to clean it out pretty often, but it did the job. I lost my beard. I shaved.
Victory was won.