Don't read any farther if you have a problem with me mentioning -
Yes. That's what I said.
I'm going to write a serious blog post about pubic hair. Hair on the pubes. I have a problem. It's not that I don't have any pubic hair. It's not that I have too much.
The problem is that I want to see it. Hmmm, I really should clarify.
I want to see MINE.
I've met many of the little goals that I've had since starting the Blog Diet in September.
I met the goal of being able to sit on the floor and then easily get up off the floor without looking like an inebriated elephant trying to stand up or a turtle who has been helplessly turned over onto his back trying to right himself.
I met the goal of taking a bath and being able to get out of the tub.
Then earlier this week, I met the goal of being able to get out of the bathtub like a normal person rather than having to turn around backwards on my hands and knees with my butt up in the air.
Well, now my goal is to be able to stand up naked as a jay bird, look down, and be able to see my pubic hair. This is obviously not an obvious, well-known goal of the general public but I can guar-en-damn-tee you that I'm not the only fat person with this goal!
Come on, my friends, you closet-pubic-hair-wanna-see-ers! This is your chance to speak up!
See? That wasn't so bad, was it?
Now, if you'd like I can tell you the story of the two weeks I had to wear Charlie's soft cotton briefs and stuff them with Vaseline-soaked cotton balls because I had a horrible rash from shaving mine.
But we don't have to go there.
And are jay birds really naked?