in the nethers between manly and lazy

I'm not good about shaving. It took moving to Thailand to replace a razor blade after six months of bi-daily use, and that was with a blade that'd sat since, erm, the Mach 1 first came out--late 90s.

So I was proactive and proud of it, shaving BEFORE the "oops, really shoulda shaved before getting into such proximity with X" stage.

And one of my cheeks turned red.

Great.

Oh, wait, just the rusty blade. It'll rinse off and be good for another week or two.

For once--NOT BLOOD!