Razors! a-Ha!

A few months ago, I was either completely out of decent blade cartridges for my razor or it had gone missing (goddamed kids)--I can't remember which.  So of course I used my husband's razor (after asking first, of COURSE. ahem.).  And it was AWESOME.  Soooo soft and lovely.  Like, even though he'd already been using it for a week or two and was ready to toss it, it felt nicer than mine did when they were new.  And then.  THEN, the angels sang from upon high, a beam of light shone down, and I thought to myself "Why don't I buy the same sort of razor my husband uses and I can use his cast-off razor cartridges?"  And, low, it has been like the sunbeams have been shining on my legs ever since.  And I get to feel like I'm sticking it to the marketers or women's razors.  Do other couples do this?  Is this at all icky and I am just not seeing it?  Do all y'alls have husbands that throw blades away that are in nicer condition than your new ones?  I am willing to cut him some slack because he gets wicked razor burn, but is he being a total wimp or is this just the way it is shaving your face--you NEED super duper schmuper sharpness?

And onto other A-HA! topics, I have found that I can listen to a-Ha's "Take On Me" just about any time at all and always love it.  I don't know what (if anything) this says about me.  Do you have songs like this?  Remind me to tell you about that one time when I got pregnant and had this total aural fixation with 80s Eurosynthpop and went all the way to Germany alone (pregnant!) just to get closer to the music, man.  Well, that's not exactly why, but whatever.  It's close.  The pastries and pickles were calling me, too.  And the Cold War history.  It's complicated, apparently.