(not-so) squeaky clean

I don’t turn the lights on above the shower. I never really used to do this anyways. Technically, I don’t even turn on the lights in the main bathroom when I take a bath. I turn one of the closet lights on, so just a tiny bit of light comes through. You know, just enough to see the possible outline of an object in the bathtub, kinda.

However, when in the shower or I need to shave – I turn on the main light most of the time (or at least both closet lights!). Just not above the shower. That would be gross. So, I shower with very little light. This is the only way I can do things. Don’t make me break into the whinnysobs discussing this. Just leave it as fact. Me, shower, very little light. Mostly with my eyes closed (as in 97.3% of the time). I kid you not.

Lately, I have not been feeling as clean as usual when I leave the shower. I still smell delightfully pepperminty fresh and soft, but it hasn’t quite been the same. I thought maybe the new bottle I pulled out of the closet had a different formulation or something.

That wasn’t it. Here is how the genius that I am unraveled the not-so-squeaky-clean mystery:

I was showering. Ska opened the bathroom door and accidentally turned on the light. I screamed. I recovered. I caught a glimpse of what I thought was my body wash. It should say wash somewhere on it. It didn’t.

It said lotion. Not lotion wash. NOT feels like lotion body cleanser. etc..etc…

Just plain-old, easy to ready, size 78 bold print. BODY LOTION.

Humm…that may explain it.