Public Service Announcement

Or, the hazards of having a nose.

I discovered today while sitting in a hot, soapy bathtub with a cup of coffee, that I should always sniff the bath pouf before use.  Oh, yes.  See, I loaded up the pouf with Lush Flying Fox shower gel (which is a lovely, very rich, very indolic honey/jasmine shower gel) and started rubbing it around.  There was this...odd smell.  Rather like mouthwash.  For a yak.  So I sniff the pouf, rather belatedly.

The last time I used this particular pouf was when I had a cold and bathed in a tub well-filled with that Johnson and Johnson baby wash.  With eucalyptus.  These are not scents that mix well together.

So I showered off, and sprayed on some Attrape-Coeur (purrrrrrrr).  All better.  If you, like me, need Attrape-Coeur to live, you can email Antoine-Olivier Metz at the 68 Champs Elysees store (aometz@guerlain.fr), and he will happily and charmingly separate you from 130 Euros, or you can try eBay.

Now, I'm off to go see Tori Amos in San Antonio.  Later!

The author of this post apologizes to the French language for lack of appropriate accent agu and accent grave use.  I'm in a hurry. :P

EDIT:  Spot the "cleverly hidden" hint-to-husband contained in this post!  Prize is a delicately sculpted clue bat.  :P