This morning I had my third straight razor shave. Very nice I must say, but...

I probably should have never bought a razor to begin with and just let my stubble stay right where it was. Sure it was itchy and made me look like a hobo that just fell out of a box car while the train was still moving, but the last thing in the world I need (just ask my wife) is another expensive hobby. But no... I just had to give it a try. Now I've gone and done it. So, since I'm now a "senior" citizen (albeit with the mind of a 19 year old,) I realized I was going to have to come up with a plan, because let's face it, I can't always beat the woman to the mailbox and the garage has so many empty boxes that it looks like I actually work at Amazon. She's already watching me like a hawk, since I generally get at least one expensive knife a month, and have accumulated enough miscellaneous survival/hunting gear to last through at least a world-wide solar flare induced power outage, a massive volcanic eruption, a Chinese-led land invasion and a zombie apocalypse, all in consecutive order. So, my plan is just to tell her, "Sorry Sweetie, shaving with a straight razor is on my bucket list." Assuming that will fail, my second line of defense is to never let her into the bathroom while I have a razor to my throat. You'd think after 30 years she'd be used to it, but sadly no.

That being said, the mailman brought me some RazoRock XXX shaving soap and about 10 Stirling sample soaps today -- mmmm, they smell good. So... let's talk hones...