It was the first hot day and I had a meeting so I decided to wear my cute Tommy Bahama skirt and strappy Roman sandals… but my legs needed shaving so I hastily scraped the razor across them and smoothed on the lotion… which turned an unpleasant rust.

The scrapes were bleeding in a dotted red line. My skin is much thinner now and can’t take that razor abuse.

I walked to my car with bits of toilet paper attached to my legs.

Getting old sucks. I think I’m a hero just for being able to wear wedgies!

Someone once said that there wasn’t much positive you could say about getting older, except that you didn’t have to shave your legs as much. And now I know why.