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December 29, 2008

I know, I know. I’ve been missing in action for a little while. And this was AFTER I promised I’d continue to blog regularly during my ridiculously-long, glorious, 16-day vacation.

My sincerest apologies.

I’ve been busy doing some very important, essential tasks. What have I been doing? Well, I’ve been doing a whole lot of what I like to call jack squat.

It’s been magnificent. I’ve gotten to sleep in each morning. I’ve gotten to watch lots of DVDs while drinking lots and lots of Coke Zero. I’ve gotten to relax…a lot.

In a word, it’s been bliss.

That’s not to say there haven’t been any unpleasant moments. On the first day of my vacation, I shaved the beard.

That’s right. The beard is no more. It took me almost an hour to shave off the sucker. Why? Well, for one thing, it was massive. But two, I had to use a woman’s razor, which is far inferior to men’s.

Okay, you’re probably wondering why I used a razor meant for the fairer sex. It was an honest mistake. My blade of choice is a Schick Quattro Titanium. It’s great. I’ve gotten lots and lots of use out of the one razor I own. Unfortunately, my one blade has gotten too dull. I’d buy a replacement blade, but they’re way too expensive. (If you’re wondering how I got my hands on the one blade I own, I received a free sample in the mail. I love free samples.)

Anyway, knowing I needed to shave I picked up some Bic disposable shaves from the grocery store. As I got into the shower and prepared to shave, I noticed something funny about these razors. Their colors were very bright. One was bright orange. The other was bright red. That’s when I took a closer look at them. I’d inadvertently picked up girls’ razors by mistake. Apparently, I need to do a better job reading labels.

Massive beard or no, this particular razor sucked. It clogged way too easily. It had this moisture strip that began oozing everywhere within the first five minutes of shaving. I later relayed my plight to a female friend, and she informed me that it’s an indisputable fact women’s razors are cheap. Men’s razors, according to this source, are far, far better. After this little experience, I’d have to wholeheartedly agree. Female razors suck.

But other than that my vacation has been great. Yep, great.

Oh, Christmas and my birthday also took place the first week of my vacation. But you guys don’t want to hear about that.

Right?

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