I realized yesterday I like my Men a little on the hairy side.

Are you ready for this ladies?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, breathe.

Scott-shaved-his-legs-last-night.

Now this may not freak you out initially. The thought of it doesn't necessarily put me over the edge, however when it's YOUR husband and not some random guy, you really need to dig deep and find intestinal fortitude.

If there was ever a question weather or not I had a leaning towards the female gender, it is confirmed now that I am straight. I have a sliding scale theory about sexuality, it's totally a topic I love to talk about, but I don't know if it's blog material. Is anyone else fascinated by gender reassignment/sexuality preferences/transgender? tap tap tap... is this thing on? Anyways that's neither here nor there.

Back to leg shaving extravaganza 2009.

Scott has been cycling almost everyday to and from work. It's a 30 mile round trip route. We've also been swimming a lot too. Many of you are aware that a lot of cyclists shave their legs. This is because if they fall there's a tendency to get road rash in your hair covered legs, which makes cleaning of the wound and healing a bitch. So, his friend Jeff shaved his legs to see what it was like, and convinced Scott that he too needed to try it.

Scott assured me that he was just doing this once to see what it felt like in the water, then if he liked it, he would shave before our triathlon in September. Did I tell you we're doing a tri in Sept? Oh, well, we are. I told him that it is most definitely going to feel different in the water. Being a swimmer in HS, we'd have shaving parties the night before big swim meets. Um, I'm realizing how naughty "High School Shaving parties" sounds now.

I remember shaving my arms and it feeling so strange. We'd wear pantyhose on our arms after we shaved, so the skin would remain sensitive once race day came. It worked. I would always swim faster, but I don't think it was because I took a 1/2" of hair off my arms. It's pretty much psychological.

So last night, he shaved.
First he trimmed
then he used my razor

I would have taken pictures, but he was in the shower and well, this is a public blog and if I'm posting nude photos of my husband then I'd like to get paid for it. Just kidding-not really.

I had to tell him and show him how to shave legs. It was really strange and slightly psychologically damaging. I just kept picturing these wives who find out their husband wants to be a woman, but they stay with their husbands and help them transition. I know, my mind is a little warped. What of it?

He kept going too fast with the razor and so finally I just was like, here, let me do it. So there I sat, squatted down by the shower shaving my husband's legs. It was a funny moment that we were both laughing about.

Then he accidentally farted and asked me to hand him his Whiskey on the rocks.

Turns out, he's still a man. Just a really smooth man.