(Read my earlier blog today first)

Just as I suspected! As I'm getting out of the bath, I hear the doorbell ring. It was a gruesome Halloween scene. I had used a new razor and knicked my ankle. Blood was everywhere! I wrapped myself in a towel and bathrobe and headed for the door. It was a hot bath so my face was red, and I had black circles around my eyes where the mascara had run. There is a trail of blood from the bathroom to the door and the she-ex seemed quite amused to see me in such a state. Of course, she did have to grab her daughter and carry her out to the car to see somebody, leaving me standing in the doorway dripping in sweat, bathwater, mascara and blood. She was actually kinda pleasant, so I can't really bitch too much about her now.

My legs are really hacked up due to the process of getting rid of unwanted hair. I can just imagine my CSI autopsy...."It's really tragic, this girl had no clue how to shave!"