Project Follicle has run it's course. I would take pictures, but considering there are people out there that have weird fetishes, I wouldn't want them staring at my hairy legs. The second wave of growth has come in. When I was at my friend's house having my hair done with Gibbles, I showed her the horror. I asked her if she would "wax these", from the look on her face, I could tell that she was COMPLETELY mortified. It's not like I am growing them out for good, or for "sheer" laziness. I was trying to strong arm my husband into laser hair removal by being passive aggressive. Anyhow, my HD is the most organized, neat, individual EVER. As WB said, she probably was fret with thoughts on my tooth picks. A few days later I got a call, it was a social one, but she said, "when do you want to make that waxing appointment", I replied "you have been thinking about them, haven't you, do you have twelve hours?" Saturday is the big day. It's going to kill. Knowing HD, she will do a thorough and tidy job. Unlike the one time I got waxed, and they left a strip of barbed wire in a very bad place that I couldn't see unless I contorted, but other's could see if I wore shorts (which is not very often).