I am not a girlie-girl...I loved climbing trees, sticking up for the underdog, playing with dinosaurs, learning martial arts and wearing trousers and dungarees when I was younger. I have ditched the dinosaurs but generally the rest still applies. I like the way men are so simple and black and white. They like this and dislike that...and they have no qualms telling you about it. Easy to please, easy to get on with. WHOAH..tangent...
OK...HOWEVER..when it come to bathing and all those girlie smells and toiletries..I'm a bonafide connoisseur. Fruity or coconut,candles and oils, you name it, I love it. I have recently purchased an aquamarine face cloth. Insignificant item to some, but a beautiful piece of memory to me.
Using it last night reminded me of the days when I used to sing at the top of my lungs while rubbing myself down with the face cloth. I used to stay in the bath until I got nice and wrinkly trying to think of all the things I could convert my face cloth into. It was a pretty mini skirt. It was a floppy wet hat to stop my magic inventions leaking out of my head. It was a puppet. It was a jelly fish. And last but not least it was the source of many arguments with my mom over who should clean up the water all over the floor. I loved bathing so much that when I would let the water out, I would slide back and forth in the slowly depleting water right up until the last drop slithered into the drains below.Ah good times!Good times
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