By some miraculous twist of fate, my husband discovered what I do for a living. He actually googled something about NOT USING SHAMPOO and my blog came up. Sure, he knew I was a writer, that I was always at my computer…but my nasty, on-line habit of cajoling, humiliating and disgracing him? Somehow that tiny tidbit had eluded him until yesterday.
Shame on him for not paying attention, if you ask me.
But alas, it has cost me. With one tiny flip of his wrist, he tossed my last hope of a handsome head to run my fingers through. That eco-, au natural, hippie-smelling shampoo I bought him (hey, just trying to be a team player!) met its unopened death in the trash can with one fell swoosh.
“You know that ‘blog’ rhymes with ‘hog,’ Shoog…” he said as he brushed past me and the trash can.
Indeed it does, honey…but at least I don’t smell like one!!!
