Now my husband is a man of few words. It goes with being international and mysterious.
So when I let him know I was planning on a full de-fuzz before my recent op, he said nowt. Schtum was him.
Maybe he was offended that it was all for the surgeon’s benefit. Being keen for my dear obs/gyn to do a lovely job and to get that scalpel just where it needed to go, I though the less fuzz in the way the better.
I’m still wincing at the whole experience.
Anyway, before I went into hospital my beautician up the road did the deed and it wasn’t too painful. I asked Paul his thoughts. Never a chatterbox, his answer was straight to the point.
‘No need to lay out the welcome mat for me, my sweet.’
And that was it. I was too busy laughing to ask for further info anyway.
But tragically, the welcome mat will be back. I’m not into this whole fur-free business. My daughter is a little girl and her little flower looks like that. I’m a big, grown up woman who has grown four children in her tummy and is (amazingly) still sexually active.
Don’t want to look pre-pubescent, it just doesn’t feel right.
Is your husband a man of few words like mine?