I don't like to negotiate. I'm stubborn and pretty much think I'm right in most situations. Unfortunately, the rest of the world doesn't agree, apparently. The differences of opinions in this world are what makes it interesting, I guess. Unless you are a bigot. If that's the case, fuck off. Hard.
Marriage is supposed to be all about negotiation and respect. It can't be my way all the time. Sometimes I have to meet my partner in the middle. It's not always easy, but it is necessary to keep the peace.
If you've been keeping up with my shenanigans, you know about my armpits. We're close now. Maybe we should go have some drinks and talk about how the series finale of Sons Of Anarchy left us feeling empty inside. Or we can watch funny videos of cats. Your choice. Anyway, you know about my pits.
So the other day this happened...
And so I shaved my armpits for my husband. I guess I shouldn't have expected him to be happy with his wife's choice to suddenly become a French babe (Home Alone, anyone? Come on! It's the season, after all). His beard is my Achilles heal, and he knows it! Damnit! But mark my words, friends, if he shaves off that glorious beard, the hair is coming back. ALL the hair. Even that rogue chin hair that pops up every once in a while and can only be seen in certain sunlight. Oh yeah, that little bitch will be back alright. Merry Christmas lover!