Unbelievable. I forget to shave my thick leathery neck for three days, and when I finally take the razor to it, I wince and moan and curse and cry like a little girl (not that I've ever heard a little girl shave three-day stubble off her thick, leathery neck).
But if I shave my arm for a temporary tattoo? The hair jumps off like it's ready for a day at the beach.
Anyway, now that I'm sporting my "50K or Bust" NaNoWriMo flaming skull-pencil, I'm ready, too. Look out, ladies!
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