Turtle Power

I guess it's been awhile since I've had a new razor. We're on a pretty tight budget, and certain "optional" hygiene items (i.e. new razors) don't always make the cut. Hunky Husband uses the electric one, so I'm really the only person who takes the hit, and I've never felt too inconvenienced by my decision. I suppose as the blade starts to dull, I just apply more pressure. 

Today, however, I'm regretting this way of life. I used a new razor, and the hack job I did on my legs is giving me flashbacks to my 8 year-old self and the first time I ever used a razor (without permission, I might add). In case you weren't aware, you don't have to apply nearly the same amount of pressure with a new blade.  I suppose that's the whole appeal. Now I'm covered in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle bandaids and praying I get the bloody towels washed before anyone starts to suspect me of some heinous crime. Turtle Power my friends.