bacne

I am in blogger heaven. While sitting out in the sun working on a paper about PTSD, I overheard a woman probably in her mid forties say to her husband:  "it's so weird that you're getting hairier.  I guess that happens, though. When we get home, I'll shave your back.  I'm going to have to shave your back.  I'll stop and the dollar store on the way home and get supplies."

good job, lady.  I am within earshot and your husband probably doesn't want me to know about his back hair.  way to go.