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October 8, 2009I picked up my body wash instead of my shampoo bottle today. If there’s any truth in advertising, my hair will soon be glowing and fully moisturized.
To the Lady Who Stood Shrieking Her Business Under My Window All Morning:
Dear Madam,
In light of our recent time spent together, please be advised that I have downloaded the entirety of the 80’s Alvin and the Chipmunks Theme Song. I have a continuous loop function and speakers that will fit in my window, and I will deliver catchy jingles unto you with a force of falsetto power that would make Manuel Noriega *crawl* *begging* to the U.S. military for a return to decent harmonics. Do not think that The Weather will keep me from moving forward with this course of action–I will gladly freeze if it will ensure that you suffer.
Love and kisses,
Ali
Watch. Out. ‘Cause here we come. It’s been a while, BUT. . . we’re back in style.
Bon Mots & Non Sequiturs 
I picked up my body wash instead of my shampoo bottle today. If there’s any truth in advertising, my hair will soon be glowing and fully moisturized.
Meh. As my granny used to say “It’s all just soap in a bottle.”
Alvin, Simon–Theodore! Doot, doot, doo doo doo doot! Doot, doot, doo doo doo doot!
Interestingly (but not surprisingly) I did the exact opposite last week. I picked up my shampoo instead of my body wash. *insert split end joke here*
That’s how I attempted to rationalize it, too.
(But the OCD part of my brain kept going, “NO! NO!!!! The stuff in *that* bottle must go on your HEAD, or there will be DIRE CONSEQUENCES.”)
I confess to being slightly disappointed that I did not attain a Rejeuvenated Youthful Glow.
Lol.
Ugh!
Every (fairly innocent) snarky reply I’m coming up with today has double and triple entendres that are just a bit too blue (read: “OH MY GOD, ALI, GET YOUR BRAIN OUT OF THE GUTTER) for my comfort level.
So I’m blushing now, and invite you to go ahead and laugh at that.