Hello, Legs.
Sorry we don’t talk much. I’m sorry I keep you under wraps all year. I’m sorry you’re several shades lighter than my arms.
I do appreciate you, Legs. You’re very useful for getting me around. It’s just, well, you’re high maintenance. I take you out, buy you expensive pampering treatments, but you just seem to let yourself go. What’s with the stubble, huh?
Ok, Legs. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll get a new epilator and take responsibility for the hair, but you have to work with me on the cellulite issue. Deal? Ok.
Now, Jeans. We need to talk…
Disclosure: this is a sponsored post but words and thoughts are my own. I really do have hairy legs.
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