Sparky has a history of unfortunate events involving the hair under his arms. I might have written about the disaster with the roll-on deodorant. In case you missed that post (back when I was on Xanga) the synopsis is that he ran out of his solid stick deodorant and decided to use my roll-on. All was fine until he attempted to remove the applicator from his arm pit. That’s when he discovered that he had twirled the hair under his arm around the applicator ball. I was able to gently cut the hair and free him from that entanglement. I did have some difficulty – mostly because I was laughing so hard I couldn’t see clearly through the tears.
Fast forward to this most recent episode. (He learned and will never ever use a roll-on product ever again! There is a reason that the roll-on is marketed to women exclusively.) He was getting ready for work and was preparing to shower. As he took his shirt off he felt a mighty pull and pain – from his under arm. Concerned that he might have severely pulled a muscle or possibly was experiencing a heart attack, he yelled for me. After expressing his concern, I managed to get him to raise his arm just a little. I spied the problem immediately. Seems that the new exercise shirt had a little bit of lint and some loose threads that with his vigorous arm motion while exercising had tangled in his luxurious underarm hair. In other words he had a mat that was pulling his skin and hair. The tangle was so tight that there was no space between the mat and his skin. The only solution was to get out the razor and shave the mat off. He was terrified! I assured him that I had over half a century experience shaving underarms and that it wouldn’t take but a second. I was true to my word and freed him from his pain. It was very hard to keep my hands from shaking as I was suppressing laughter. Of course my mirth was audible even over the sound of the water running in the shower!
There is never ending amusement at my house. You can cry or you can laugh – we choose to laugh!