My husband isn't a particularly hairy man. I have to thank the Asian in him for that... because it most certainly isn't because of the Viking (side note-Danish are Vikings right? And if not... oh well. And Vikings were hairy weren't they?)
Well in his defense, I should compliment his stunning head of hair in which he had fashioned into a very stylish mullet until about 14 years ago. Just imagine Billy Ray Cyrus circa-Achey Breaky Heart meets Chozen in Karate Kid 2. I would provide you with a photograph but I really want you to create your own amazing mental picture.
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So back to the present... he really hasn't much body hair and has ditched the mullet, so I will now go out into public with him. The other day he said "My armpits feel weird ever since I shaved them." Me... silence... mostly because I was ignoring him. Then once it sunk in, "Ummm... what? You shaved your armpits? I hope you didn't use my Lady Bic." (side note-I don't have a Lady Bic but some fancy more expensive form of razor that I am sure is only made for lady hair and I most certainly didn't want any boy armpit goo near it.) (side side note-Yes... boys have armpit goo. I am almost 100% sure of it.) Yup... my main concern here was for my razor. Not my husband being deported from the Man Club. (side note-he hid his man card under the mattress if anyone needs to pick that up)
Now my second concern was... I didn't even remember the last time I shaved my armpits. I am by no means Rapunzelling it in my underarm area. But I surely hadn't just shaved them. And I already have more facial hair than he does... so I can't have more underarm hair too.
As an afterthought I figured I should ask him why he would do such a thing. His answer, "I always wanted to know how it felt." Well that was pretty anti-climatic. I was kind of hoping he had accidentally burned off all the hair on one armpit while rescuing a kitten from a rain gutter fire (side note-What? It COULD happen.) then had to shave the other to match. Or maybe he was training to become an Olympic swimming champion...
Anyway... his underarms are as smooth as a baby's butt and I am okay with that. I mean I have nothing to worry about as long as he doesn't start sitting down to pee... errr... ummm... nevermind. ;-)
My hubby gave his stamp of approval on me sharing his new found love of personal grooming. See how NICE I am. I ask first before publicly shaming my family. ;-)