Sunday, 13 April 2008
Now - to the stuff of substance - shampoo and marital disagreement. The meaning of life can wait for another day.
Miche it must be said, has nice hair. She's naturally brunette and has quite a sheen to her mop. I do like it. However to achieve this follicular perfection not one, two or three shampoo brands are required. No my friends, we need at least seven different brands of shampoo on the go at any one time - to prevent 'build up', apparently.
I have an interest to declare - I have so little hair that it's hardly worth tending to what remains. A bottle could easily serve me a year. So I'll admit to sour grapes.
That said, our current stash of ten active bottles seems a little excessive to me. This explains the rather narky argument we got into at the supermarket today.
"Miche, for goodness sake - we can't possibly need any more shampoo can we?"
In the way that only marital disagreements can get, proportion and rationality were left somewhere in the veg aisle. I grumbled and stomped round the store, pushing an overfilled trolley.
So would I ask you, dear reader, to take part in the poll to your right. You may very well settle a rumbling, festering argument.
Not that I want to influence you to "MAKE THE SHAMPOO GO AWAY" you understand...
Posted by jamon at 17:21