Why must bad things happen to good people?
So there I was...my trusty Dovo Bismarck in hand, happily shaving away. I don't know when it happened...it was too light for me to even realize I had done it.
You see, at some point during cleanup, I put a nick in my blade. I didn't realize it at first, that would have been too easy. No, instead it was revealed to me when I walked over to my SRD Premium II strop and promptly scratched the bejesus out of it.
Sensibly (:rolleyes:), I spent lots of money trying to figure out which shaving cream/soap/aftershave I liked best instead of purchasing a backup razor. Naturally, it's a holiday weekend so nothing can be shipped anywhere until Tuesday. Perfectly, I held off on getting any kind of hones because I *knew* I wouldn't be needing one for months as my razor was brand new.
I love it when a plan comes together. All that careful shopping around to find a razor I liked, all those fancy creams and aftershaves.
One week of straight shaving. ONE WEEK.
*sigh*
I'm better now. I just couldn't think of anyone else who would really understand the misery of it all.
My beacon in the dark is Lynn at SRD. I emailed him about it all and I can get my razor fixed and shipped back to me with the backup razor I'll be ordering to save on shipping costs. Great customer service goes a long way in mending the hurt.
Someone wake me up when it's Tuesday.