Shaver

This morning I got up and headed into the shower. At one point I grabbed my shaver and discovered hair in the blades. Now, it sure wasn't my hair. Sick. Sick. Sick. Sick! Understandably, I threw the blade away and replaced it. When I asked my roommate about it tonight she said, no, she had her own razor. Well, I thought we all had our own, but clearly someone had used mine. She asked if I was certain. Yeah. I'm positive. So, now I get to confront PuppyDogAndBows about it. That'll be pleasant.