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Added to the long list of reasons why I hate winter is the sad inevitibility of the dry-skin-season. No matter how much lotion I slather onto my arms and legs, I still end up writhing, and digging myself like a dog with fleas.
It’s freezing out and of course, I sit around all day having hot-shower fantasies. The pitfall? The hotter and longer the shower (bliss) the more my skin pays for it later. Although, I’d rather suffer the consequences for my uber-hot showers than have a mediocre shower, however. I’m planning on running out to my mom and dad’s house tonight to do a little laundry, and will probably just take a shower and get ready for my night at their house. The water pressure is so low in their shower that I stand under the stream with goosebumps from head to toe. They are all used to it, and don’t think it’s that bad, but I end up feeling more like I’ve undergone Chinese water torture when I step out of their shower.
I swear, I’m living all winter in one of those Lubriderm commercials with the aligator. Dry, cracked skin? Affirmative.
It’s freezing out and of course, I sit around all day having hot-shower fantasies. The pitfall? The hotter and longer the shower (bliss) the more my skin pays for it later. Although, I’d rather suffer the consequences for my uber-hot showers than have a mediocre shower, however. I’m planning on running out to my mom and dad’s house tonight to do a little laundry, and will probably just take a shower and get ready for my night at their house. The water pressure is so low in their shower that I stand under the stream with goosebumps from head to toe. They are all used to it, and don’t think it’s that bad, but I end up feeling more like I’ve undergone Chinese water torture when I step out of their shower.
I swear, I’m living all winter in one of those Lubriderm commercials with the aligator. Dry, cracked skin? Affirmative.