My parents crack me up sometimes. I was in the middle of writing my mom an email when the phone rang. It was Dad, wanting the phone number for a truck tire place here in town. (They normally keep one of our local phone books in the motorhome, but he couldn't find it.) He noticed that one of the motorhome tires has a crack in it, so he'll probably just get all of them replaced. He wanted to call the local place he trusts to get an idea of prices.
Then he tells me, "It's a beautiful day here. Sunny and supposed to get 80 degrees. We're going to the pool later. Your ma's inside shaving her legs so I'm outside, staying out of her way."
How much room does she need to shave her legs?