HAIRY SOAP
After getting in the shower yesterday morning, I soon realized something. The bath soap that my husband and I share, was once again covered in "man hair." Just once, I'd like to pick the soap up from the dish, and it be clean. Meaning, clear of any kind of hairs. As usual, I spend the first five minutes of my shower picking the hairs off of the soap. This is not an easy task. Sticky, slippery soap, water, and thin hair. It almost requires a surgical procedure, to complete this ordeal.
As I continued showering, I was also thinking. I do both, my best singing and thinking in the shower. I came to a realization while I was in there. I probably hadn't had hair free soap in over 15 years, or more. I've always had a Dad and a brother. It seems as though, I've always had a husband too. Remember, I traded my first one in, for a better one. I now have, three sons to add to my bathing distress. If my two males dogs didn't have their own shampoo, they would probably dirty up my soap too.
The moral of my story is, boys and all that they entail are dirty. I honestly like boys, far more then girls. I've always had a problem with, my fellow X chromosomes. Meaning, I've never had a lot of female friends at one time. It seems as though, I don't keep them around for very long. At this particular point in my life, I have only about three female friends. The first of which I've known for about five years. The second friend, I've known for just over two years. Lastly, the third friend, I've known for not quite a year yet. Boys, love them or leave them. I love all of mine, and will keep them. See ya'll Y chromosome later.
After getting in the shower yesterday morning, I soon realized something. The bath soap that my husband and I share, was once again covered in "man hair." Just once, I'd like to pick the soap up from the dish, and it be clean. Meaning, clear of any kind of hairs. As usual, I spend the first five minutes of my shower picking the hairs off of the soap. This is not an easy task. Sticky, slippery soap, water, and thin hair. It almost requires a surgical procedure, to complete this ordeal.
As I continued showering, I was also thinking. I do both, my best singing and thinking in the shower. I came to a realization while I was in there. I probably hadn't had hair free soap in over 15 years, or more. I've always had a Dad and a brother. It seems as though, I've always had a husband too. Remember, I traded my first one in, for a better one. I now have, three sons to add to my bathing distress. If my two males dogs didn't have their own shampoo, they would probably dirty up my soap too.
The moral of my story is, boys and all that they entail are dirty. I honestly like boys, far more then girls. I've always had a problem with, my fellow X chromosomes. Meaning, I've never had a lot of female friends at one time. It seems as though, I don't keep them around for very long. At this particular point in my life, I have only about three female friends. The first of which I've known for about five years. The second friend, I've known for just over two years. Lastly, the third friend, I've known for not quite a year yet. Boys, love them or leave them. I love all of mine, and will keep them. See ya'll Y chromosome later.
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