Hubby bought some soap last last week. The soap fits the later of the two categories; it’s a violation of the rules of the natural world – It’s the Spawn of a Soap Satan. Or at very least it’s role challenged. In my opinion anyway.
How can a soap be a violation of nature you may (quite fairly) ask…
Well for one; IT STINKS. As in, actually smells badly. The odour has begun to take over the ensuite, it’s seeped into the towels… and has made it’s way under the door into the master bedroom and the stench can be detected on the pillow cases. BUT WORST OF ALL (yes, it gets worse) I realised I could smell it in my hair! Argh!
It’s a stinky mechanical/oily smell and not in a fun ‘ahhh brings back memories kind of way’. Eewww. It kinda smells like someone left the car running in a garage where the mower fuel is kept and tried to cover it up with air-freshener and cooking oil… It’s that weird and gross.
Silly me, I’ve been wandering this planet under the completely false (it turns out) assumption that soap should smell GOOD. I thought that was the entire point’ to mask smells or remove them, NOT ADD TO THEM. Remind me to thank Hubby for shattering this obviously naive illusion.
And for two (yes, despite my lengthy rant about the smell there is at least one other reason); IT’S DIRTY! Yep this horror of a soap bar leaves dark grey scummy marks EVERYWHERE. You heard me, it leaves items DIRTIER than before it was there. It’s not that Hubby is particularly messy and splashes the dirty bubbles of soap everywhere (promise, I watched him to check) – the soap can be washed clean and still leave the marks. It just doesn’t make sense at all. The entire bar of soap contradicts SOAP. Argh.
I mentioned all this to Hubby… He still stands by the soap. So I took the control of the scent of our household (and more importantly my HAIR) into my hands. I wrapped the soap in an air tight bag and hid it under the sink (in the back behind the pipes)… The smell lingered long enough for Hubby to note the soap’s absence and demand it’s return. It was the beginning of the soap wars in our household.
I’ve mentioned to Hubby I’m blogging abut his evil soap – Hubby has just told me to get over it. Righto, will do. :oP
*secret stealth mode* Wish me luck eradicating my house of the stinky, violation of nature soap. Let’s hope I don’t need to call in the guy from the exorcist. I’m a sympathy spewer.
Suger 
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