Cherished as it might be for some, I found the gift of soap at 12 to be a nonplus experience. Never used it, didn’t keep it, but could easily replace it. Unlike my youth.
Danny! Soap-on-a-rope at 12. I remember that. I think mine was Brut though. It came at a time when I thought it must be some sort of hitherto unexplored sexual device; I remember pulling it from the wrapped Christmas box with a faint embarrassment.
At 12, my brother (at 22) received Rock’em Sock’em Robots through my youthful intercession. Oh, to be a conduit for bath products or pseudo-pugilistic devices. Welcome to my world.
I have clothes I never wear. Not because I don’t like them, just because they are new and so I go around in circles – anyone fancy wearing my new clothes for me so I can wear them?
I recently found some soap in the attic that I had put there for safe keeping some time ago – it was pretty messy due to the heat and had seeped into everything around it. Still, the smell will remind me of it.
When I’m visiting someone and they have special little soaps in the bathroom (shells, starfish…) I am always reluctant to use them. It makes me a spoiler to do so. I believe I have also mentioned that I don’t like cloth napkins, especially if something like BBQ sauce is involved.
We do not have special soaps but we also do not have any paper napkins (or paper towels) if, Daryl, you find yourself at our house for a meal do not feel shy about asking for an extra cloth napkin.
Michael, it isn’t that he feels bad for needing more than one cloth napkin–it’s that he’s actually scared of cloth napkins. I don’t understand it, but I can definitely attest to it. He’s also scared of street grates–thinks his keys are going to jump out of his pocket and make a dive for the sewer.
Well…we have an abundance of baby wipes or he could use toilet paper but I’m against paper napkins. Either that or we can all go to Vegetarian Drive-In not far from us – they have paper napkins.
See that, you guys didn’t even know you were visiting and I’ve gone and planned a whole meal.
Kelsey, until recently we had giant bottle of shampoo and a smaller bottle of conditioner that both Alicia and I refused to use on our shower caddy. Finally I just threw the damn thing out.
And here I am going on about how wasteful paper napkins are.
It’s in its little box, holding onto that smell like a saint doing the rosary.
shoes you never wear. memories you never open.
Maybe we could trade soaps. You could use mine, and I could use yours. Then we could each be clean.
Oh Jesus, Deron. That’s lovely as Christmas tinsel found on a weed in June.
How y’all work me over.
My aunt gave me a soap-on-a-rope for my 12th Christmas. Old Spice.
Danny did you use it? Or is it in some box in the attic of the garage?
gracias.
de nada.
Cherished as it might be for some, I found the gift of soap at 12 to be a nonplus experience. Never used it, didn’t keep it, but could easily replace it. Unlike my youth.
Ah, the rub.
Danny! Soap-on-a-rope at 12. I remember that. I think mine was Brut though. It came at a time when I thought it must be some sort of hitherto unexplored sexual device; I remember pulling it from the wrapped Christmas box with a faint embarrassment.
At 12, my brother (at 22) received Rock’em Sock’em Robots through my youthful intercession. Oh, to be a conduit for bath products or pseudo-pugilistic devices. Welcome to my world.
I have clothes I never wear. Not because I don’t like them, just because they are new and so I go around in circles – anyone fancy wearing my new clothes for me so I can wear them?
I recently found some soap in the attic that I had put there for safe keeping some time ago – it was pretty messy due to the heat and had seeped into everything around it. Still, the smell will remind me of it.
I have some little blue soap eggs that I keep thinking I’ll do something with. Taxidermically speaking, you know.
When I’m visiting someone and they have special little soaps in the bathroom (shells, starfish…) I am always reluctant to use them. It makes me a spoiler to do so. I believe I have also mentioned that I don’t like cloth napkins, especially if something like BBQ sauce is involved.
We do not have special soaps but we also do not have any paper napkins (or paper towels) if, Daryl, you find yourself at our house for a meal do not feel shy about asking for an extra cloth napkin.
The aforementioned soap takes up prime real estate in the shower caddy. Basically, I need to shit or get off the pot.
Michael, it isn’t that he feels bad for needing more than one cloth napkin–it’s that he’s actually scared of cloth napkins. I don’t understand it, but I can definitely attest to it. He’s also scared of street grates–thinks his keys are going to jump out of his pocket and make a dive for the sewer.
Very strange man, that Daryl.
Well…we have an abundance of baby wipes or he could use toilet paper but I’m against paper napkins. Either that or we can all go to Vegetarian Drive-In not far from us – they have paper napkins.
See that, you guys didn’t even know you were visiting and I’ve gone and planned a whole meal.
Kelsey, until recently we had giant bottle of shampoo and a smaller bottle of conditioner that both Alicia and I refused to use on our shower caddy. Finally I just threw the damn thing out.
And here I am going on about how wasteful paper napkins are.
Why wouldn’t you use it?
Well, we were both under the impression that shampoo should clean your hair.
KP – me too. La Luz “Angelica” soap, made with goats milk. It smells like heaven. It’s been discontinued, and I have one bar left…
mmm…goat cheese.