I’ve been showering for three days now with some soap I picked up while buying bath stuff for Sarah, and Trish keeps telling me I smell like a hippie.
Apparently the Karma soap from LUSH smells exactly like that combination of nag champa and oranges that is forever bound in her mind (and mine too, if I’m being honest) to Grasshopper Imports
(I can live with that, I’d guess there are worse things in the world to remind myself of than two such essentially harmless people as Greg and Angie.)
I think it’s driving Trish nuts, but I do feel slightly more like there’s nothing funny about peace, love, and understanding. And tie-dye. When did I stop wearing tie-dye… I should dig out some of those shirts…
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