Moses Yoder
08-14-2014, 5:56 PM
Meg does not support my vintage shaving fetish. That sounds worse than it really is. My hands are kind of shaky so any time I hold a sharp instrument she fears for her life or my life, I am not sure which. I have lots of life insurance, no reason to fear for my life, I assume she has to fear for her own life. Anyway I am shaving with a vintage double edge razor and needed blades. That would be double edge razor blades, $11 per hundred for Astra on Amazon.
She refused to pay for them, said they would have to come out of my allowance. My thought was they are cheaper than the cartridge razors, why wouldn't we pay for them out of the family grocery fund? It took me a while before I realized this was her way of protesting the proximity of any sharp instruments to my hands. So I was waiting until I had money and then our lawn mower exploded, we needed a mower. I decided to sell some of my tools to pay for the mower and asked if she in return would pay for my razor blades. She ordered them grudgingly.
Sunday morning I realized the whole protest sharp instruments thing was why she wouldn't pay them in the first place and on the way to church I told her she could just make those my birthday present and I would be happy. "Ha! Too late for that!" she said. That was a little over a week before my birthday, and I have had to wait ever since then to see what she bought for my birthday. I am not sure when I will find out, or if she did really buy something for me. Just dying of curiosity, don't mind me.
She refused to pay for them, said they would have to come out of my allowance. My thought was they are cheaper than the cartridge razors, why wouldn't we pay for them out of the family grocery fund? It took me a while before I realized this was her way of protesting the proximity of any sharp instruments to my hands. So I was waiting until I had money and then our lawn mower exploded, we needed a mower. I decided to sell some of my tools to pay for the mower and asked if she in return would pay for my razor blades. She ordered them grudgingly.
Sunday morning I realized the whole protest sharp instruments thing was why she wouldn't pay them in the first place and on the way to church I told her she could just make those my birthday present and I would be happy. "Ha! Too late for that!" she said. That was a little over a week before my birthday, and I have had to wait ever since then to see what she bought for my birthday. I am not sure when I will find out, or if she did really buy something for me. Just dying of curiosity, don't mind me.