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I was walking down the personal care aisle at Market Basket the other day looking for bar soap.
Scanning the shelves, my eye caught this –
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Oddly enough I read this as dead sea mud.
As in the sea mud was dead… versus alive.
For a split second I thought, how strange. Why would I want to bathe in anything dead?
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After cleaning and organizing our master bath closet the other day, I turned my attention to the the spare bathroom. I don’t know about you, but in our house that’s where everything we don’t know what else to do with lands. I pulled vases, and candle sticks, and pitchers, a footed glass bowl and yes, even a crock pot out of there.
What that left me with was this…
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And by this I mean 10 bottles of Mrs. Meyers soap.
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Yes 10.
As well as 11 more bars of soap… to go with the 15 I’d found the other day.
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I haven’t yet decided if we’re extremely clean or extremely dirty. But if it’s the latter?
God damn it, we’re ready.
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A bonus find was 3 bottles of Jo Malone perfume.
Proof positive it pays to clean.
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Are we the only people who wait for a wind driven snow to make an hour long trip to the nearest military exchange to buy beer?
Probably.
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But look! They sell beer soap too.
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As well as this evil spirit I discovered when we lived down south.
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Purple Passion was my neighbor’s favorite and when I drank 5 or 6 of them because they tasted like Kool Aid? I was sorry.
Very, very sorry.
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Beer shopping with my husband sometimes gets out of hand.
7 six packs and a case of hard cider later?
He came home with a little something extra for the barn.
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*Gulp*
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