Here we are halfway through my Twelve Days of Blogging. I’ll let you do the math to figure out how many days that is. I hope you received the gifts you wanted or at least gift receipts along with the crappy ones.
I received this thoughtful gift from my oldest daughter. Now I can go around smelling like I’m stinking drunk even when I’m not.
Examine those soaps a bit closer and you will see this …
That’s right … made with real beer. Now it makes sense why my 12 year old is swearing more after looking at this gift. I think she might be hoping that I will threaten to wash her mouth out with soap …
I would never do that. If she wants to start drinking at 12, she should do like I did and steal cheap wine from the church. Hey, we didn’t get paid for our time as altar boys, so the church was running a real racket back then. We were a bargain even if we did take advantage of the child wino intern program.
I also don’t want to waste any beer soap on my kids. I quite like the Oatmeal Stout as a nice breakfast soap, and the Vanilla Porter has a nice finish as a dessert soap.
I have to remember it’s slippery in those showers, so I best not over-imbibe of the beer soaps while showering. I don’t want to end up as a washed-up drunk.