a lifestyle blog about screaming kids, international travel, cocktails, dying dogs and bad decisions
Monday, March 5, 2012
When soap attacks
We have this huge ancient bottle of French hand soap that is now in rotation in our master bath. It's so old and clogged up that it shoots you in the face every time you try to use it. I wrap my hand around it to avoid getting hit but my husband still doesn't have the hang of it. I think he tries to hold up one hand to protect himself while soaping the other hand. He came out the other day looking like this.
You can't see this in the pic but one eye was closed. He said something like, "Come on. It's like joke soap."
PS I know all I have to do is soak the spout in hot water but now it's like a little game.