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Jun. 5th, 2007 08:46 pmMy father's shopping habits have long been a source of great amusement, not least whenever I open my wardrobe and am buried in a pile of pants that I never actually wear, and whose sole purpose appears to be to clog up my limited closet-space so that I have to pull everything out to find a pair of tights. Exhibit P is scented shower gel.
Chocolate scented shower gel.
You may recall my intense and unnatural dislike of all things cocoa - that extends to the smell, which lingered upon my skin for most of yesterday. Thankfully Exhibit Q is vanilla and honey scented, so I no longer smell like a Mars bar. Instead I smell like fairy floss. There is something wrong with the world when taking a shower makes you hungry.
Also, my cat has once more taken up her old hobby of Viciously Attacking Door Frames. My lintel quivers with fear.
Chocolate scented shower gel.
You may recall my intense and unnatural dislike of all things cocoa - that extends to the smell, which lingered upon my skin for most of yesterday. Thankfully Exhibit Q is vanilla and honey scented, so I no longer smell like a Mars bar. Instead I smell like fairy floss. There is something wrong with the world when taking a shower makes you hungry.
Also, my cat has once more taken up her old hobby of Viciously Attacking Door Frames. My lintel quivers with fear.