"Lets write 'Mr. Daniel looks like a Spaniel' all over his lawn!"

The Honeyman says:
how was your shower
Susannah says:
Wonderful! I smell like an attractive man!!!
The Honeyman says:
me too

Hahaha!

There is a Jerry Seinfeld sketch in his stand-up act where he is talking about people at the grocery store. Specifically about people who, once they get to the dairy aisle, wonder if they have milk at home, and therefore end up having excess gallons of milk in the fridge.

Every time I hear that sketch I think of my weird obsession with soap. Ok...haha, that didn't make sense. Follow my logic for a minute:

In the basement we have a huge L-shaped room that is used for storage. In one corner there is shelves full of random products in bulk like toothbrushes, shampoo, dishwasher detergent, floss, deoderant, and --my obsession-- barsoap.
Whenever I am in the storage room and happen to pass these shelves, I am immediately struck with the inner-conversation of, "Do I have soap upstairs? Do I have enough? Maybe I shoud grab one, just in case. Well, maybe I should grab two so I can have one waiting in the closet."
And I always grab one (if I am soon heading up to my bathroom. If not, laziness wins over my soap obsession.) And a few weeks ago I was looking for a conditioner in my bathroom closet and I saw SEVEN BARS OF SOAP, still in their boxes! Oh my heck, I hadn't realized my love of soap was so bad!!!


My new absolute love is Irish Spring: Icy Blast. It smells like an attractive man, it really does. Before I discovered that my favorites bounced between Zest, Caress, and Lever 2000 with an occasional Irish Spring thrown in.

I have NO idea where this mini obsession came from. It certainly wasn't there when I was little, or even just five or six years ago. It's really a in-the-last-four-years thing. Hmmmmmmm.

I think some psychotherapist could have a heyday with me, hahaha!

:D