I have walked around my office barefoot!

Maybe I'm biased by being a near-permanent bruiser (one disappeared after 3 or 4 years the other month! Excited!) and I don't want smooth and shiny unblemished legs all over the workplace. Maybe I am that person.

Well, you'd be fine with me if our legs shared office space. I'm generally covered with bruises. Now I have added tiny scratches from the kittens. Sexy! Still, I'm not covering my gd legs when I'm wearing skirts or dresses in the summer!

BARE LEGS FOREVER.

I feel pretty stupid being sad that I am not rich enough, when we are so rich. So I am sad AND guilty!

Aw, flea! Instead feel proud of making the prudent decision?

When they were deciding on meds for me the doctor did a cheek swab for a genetic report that came back with listings of all the things I could absolutely never take, things that worked too well, and things that didn't work at all. It was interesting.

That is FASCINATING. Huh.

I was surprised to learn at Home Depot that the butcher block counters were more expensive than the synthetic (or whatever) stone I ended up with.

I've had granite counters for years and they are very pretty. I don't think any surface could keep me from breaking stuff. Maybe bubble wrap, but that would be messy to clean up.

Don't wear eye makeup and don't imagine I ever will. Nice enough for other people, but I rub my eyes too much. And sweat. And eye water. Forget it.

Many many decades since I worked in an office with actual office attire. If we have to go out we might, or if I am in a dress decent mood. But mostly super casual.

I am at the office. Gym shorts. Barefoot. It is Saturday so maybe more casual than usual. I am also avoiding work. Can you tell?

I refuse to wear anything resembling tights unless it's a "keeping warm" issue. My bare legs are no prize to look at, but I am a bare-legged advocate all the way.

Part of my no-sleeveless-yes-bare-legs position is probably due to my persistent unreliability in getting my underarms well-shaven. I try but, well, for one thing I can't really see what I'm doing. At least with my legs I can see if they are all stubbly.

Which is kind of fucked up, but there it is.

And this past week I have been very tempted to wear skirts that would offer a glimpse of my bruised knee so I could casually mention that I banged it up during a race. But I somehow kept opting for trousers.

Part of my no-sleeveless-yes-bare-legs position is probably due to my persistent unreliability in getting my underarms well-shaven. I try but, well, for one thing I can't really see what I'm doing. At least with my legs I can see if they are all stubbly.

Oh yeah, I also prefer not to shave my armpits that often.

I have very scarred shins. I wear mid-calf skirts in the office the summer and haven't owned hosed or tights since the last century. I wear shorts out of the office. Suck it, people who find my shins icky.

I'll wear tank tops with a shirt over them at the office, and I'll take off the overshirt if I'm at my desk. The shirt goes back on if I need to step away. Too damned hot otherwise.

And this past week I have been very tempted to wear skirts that would offer a glimpse of my bruised knee so I could casually mention that I banged it up during a race.

I would do that, but then no one would ask.

Polar opposite. I maybe shave my legs twice a year. Yes, they are exposed every single day, but my hair is so light and sparse you really don't notice, or if they do, screw em. The underarms every single day! First I am very often sleeveless, and hot hot hot all the time. It seems to help with the sweating. (Maybe hott sometimes, but not as often as hot)