I may have to battle the Jennie for this one. Girly? Maybe. But it looks and smells delicious.
There have been a few fruity jokes leveled at me over the years, and to the parties who don't mean it in good fun, I say to you that I do not care. I still remember getting back from a six day canoe trip and getting to use the vaunted "Senior Staff" showers (individual stalls - and rooms! Not just a dozen hoses draped over the walls!) for some reason or another. The counsellors who had led the girl's trip which was out simultaneously were also there, and one of those fine ladies lent me her Body Shop shower stuff because ... well, I don't really remember why.
But I do remember thinking that it smelled and felt incredible. To that point, Irish Spring has been the lap of bath product luxury for me. And it wasn't bad. But it couldn't hold a candle to the fruity stuff.
In other news, as I was preparing ye (me?) old army bike for winter commuting purposes, I was reminded of a simple fact: Nokian (summer) tire, made in Finland, carbon offset, etc - mounts and unmounts awesomely. Lousy Golden Boy tire, made who knows where? Difficult, pain the rump to unmount. Plus, Nokian tubes (despite costing twice the price of the cheap crap) hold air waaay better, and just generally kick arse. So worth the price. Don't buy crap. It just isn't worth it, on so many levels.
I also finally got my "iRunFar" bumper sticker mounted up; a wee bit o' cutting and pasting (you know, the actual kind - not the computer kind) and I found a way to display it nicely on top of my pump and storage box, and still keep everything functional. All that remains now is to, you know, keep working on the whole running far thing!
Check it out, and happy nineteen to you. As is usual for her, Jennie's
head cold has dropped into her chest, and taken her voice along with it
just for fun. I had hoped to run today, but was waaay too tired to give
it a serious go. Napping was good instead. Let's hope tomorrow I feel
up for a lap or two around the Hemlingby; it should be interesting
footing as the snow continues to melt down.
Toodles!





1 comments:
My 69-yr-old ex-RCAF Dad discovered Body Shop satsuma shower gel this year, and he thinks its the bomb. He is 6'4'' and has ended a few bar fights in his day - I can't picture anyone calling him a wuss because of his shower gel. Just like after running 80km, NO ONE is going to call you a wuss even if you wash up with rose/jasmine Oil of Olay. I love that you both feel fruity smells are for everyone; I agree!
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