I had one of those wife revelations in the shower the other morning while pouring St Ives vanilla body wash onto a well moistened pouf. As I stood there in the steam unlocking the swiss secrets to visibly healthy skin, - skin that is nourished and restored by the soothing scent of vanilla-, my mind was slowly putting together the pieces of a puzzle that has been nagging at me for some time.
Reaching for the Ultra Botanicals Coconut Mango shampoo, I think of her: dark, smooth, demur, feisty. Bold, well bodied, yet mellowing with age.
My mind wanders a bit, — pondering how routines change. How a decade ago it was a thirty second scrub down with Irish Springs, a squirt of Pert Plus, and done for two or three days
Scrubbing the Suave Tropical Coconut conditioner out of what's left of my hair, i squirt Island Bliss Shower Gel onto my bath net for a zestful full body scrubbing that visibly reduces wrinkles in only four to six weeks, and leaves me with that pleasant sensual glow for the entire day. And then, when the transformation is complete, — and I smell exactly the way my wife smells every day—, it hits me.
I am married to an umbrella drink. Dark smooth well bodied vanilla coconut mango goodness. Exquisite when the time is right, but no wonder overexposure gives me a headache.
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I would write an ode to my uncommon skill at getting people to do what I want, but you were pretty easy.
I love the title and I'm looking forward to reading more.
P.S. Where's the one about transexual grandpa and drooping man breasts? (Although for pure aesthetics, I'd much rather read about your coconut-scented hygiene.)
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