I'm thinking laser hair removal...

And I'm also thinking that I'm very, very lucky that I'm married to a brutally honest man. Now if I ever have occasion to ask him 'does my butt look fat in these jeans?' and he says no, then I will totally believe him. I got out of the shower this morning and I was in bed on top of the covers with the laptop. He came in the room and sat in my desk chair and rolled it over to the foot of the bed and said, "Damn woman! Are you ever going to shave your legs again? You remind of that movie, 'Up A Creek'. Remember those two beautiful nature-loving women who lived in the tree? They were like all gorgeous and shit and then you see all that body hair and go, Aw, god. Oh, damn. Now I'm blind!"

I said (and yes, I knew exactly what I was doing), "Is it really that ugly?"

He said, "Hell, yes. Cover that shit up. Daaaaamn!" And then he threw a blanket over my legs.

I am assuming most women would be offended by such an outburst. I laughed my fucking ass off. Tears and everything. And I'm glad. Really glad - because of all the times I ask other things and he says I'm beautiful and that he loves me. Something tells me the answer might be a little different if he didn't really mean it. Just twelve years worth of an educated guess. And a man whose mouth works faster than the faulty filter between it and his brain.

He thinks I'm beautiful and he loves me! The legs I can shave. The rest I'm pretty much stuck with.