and all the nicks and wounds from this stupid razor have healed (I can't seem to quit buying these. So convenient, yet so deadly.) ...
Along come 4,307 mosquito bites to ruin my run at the best legs contest (not that I ever had a chance but let's pretend)
The only leg contest I could possibly win at this point would be going up against the wild and rambunctious 3 year old.
And even then I'm afraid I might lose.
By a very large margin.