Oh, hello? Yes, how are you? I am well, except that Owen has decided that 4 AM is Party Time and I have given up and gotten out of bed by 5:00 every day this week and that on top of the child waking me up several times a night has made me rather groggy. Also, bitchy. Also, deeply unattractive. I also smell pretty bad, but that is from raking leaves on a roastingly hot so-called-fall day and cannot technically be blamed on my son. I think I'll do it anyway though.
As a brief aside - if you are ever in the market for a new house (stop laughing, this crappy economy isn't eternal) and you find the perfect house with everything you wanted plus a really huge and amazing backyard and it has three beautiful chestnut trees out front (as well as a plum and a cherry, but they aren't the main problem here) RUN AWAY AS FAST AS YOU CAN! I spend my entire life cleaning up after those goddamned chestnuts, and the stupid pod things around the nuts are sharp enough to jab you straight through your leather gloves, adding injury to insult.
Moving on, I have decided to save you from my diatribe on the subject of gay marriage. I'm sure if you have read more than two or three posts from me you can extrapolate my feelings on the subject (HINT: the post contained more the one invitation for the entire state of California to go fuck themselves) and people have said it all far better than I ever could and let's face it, this isn't one of those subjects on which most people are very likely to change their minds. Mores the pity.
Instead, I have a friendly Friday afternoon poll. When Mia was born, the nurse who was prepping me for surgery treated me to a lengthy discussion of the very personal grooming habits of the majority of her patients. Which um, thanks, but I could not imagine very many topics in which I would have less interest minutes before having my abdomen sliced open and an almost eight pound parasite removed. But I have to admit that ever since then I have been curious. Not curious about any one person specifically, oh god no, there are just some things which you do not need to know about your friends and acquaintances, but curious about the population in general. And since you all are my most direct access to the population in general, I have decided to ask you.
So, what is your personal south of the border grooming choice?