One of my pet peeves is to be in the middle of a nice hot shower then reaching for the soap and finding…nothing. My choices then became to try and salvage the little slivers of soap clustered around the drain or make a dripping dash across the room to get a new bar of soap from under the sink. Neither choice has ever been something I’ve been happy with.
Long ago, I realized that I was going to have to contact the Soap Fairy. (She’s the second cousin, once removed of the Tooth Fairy on her mother’s side) Somebody had to be responsible for making sure that soap was always in the shower and I knew it wasn’t ever going to be the only person that I share the shower with
The Soap Fairy is very diligent about making sure that we always have soap. She’s even thoughtful enough to ensure that somebody’s favorite soap is always in stock. (Somebody happens to be very particular about what soap and toothpaste he will use. I have no idea why…I’m all for whatever is on sale. As they say, “pick your battles”)
The other day, Shaun was taking his shower when all of a sudden his obnoxious, off-tune singing abruptly changed into a panicky bellow. “Something’s wrong!” he howled, “it’s stinging me!” Alarmed, I rushed to see what the problem was.
It seems that the Soap Fairy had decided that after years of picking up the same old soap slivers and replacing them with a fresh bar, she had decided to use the soap of her choice. This just happened to be a bar of orange-peppermint soap that I had made with the help of my blog buddy Stephanie (I just realized I never blogged about the very fun day!) I’d been using this soap regularly (in fact it’s almost all gone…she needs to hurry and get soap in her Etsy shop!) so I knew about the effect of peppermint oil on…shall we say…sensitive areas of the body. I assured my husband that he nothing was going to fall off and that he just needed to keep rinsing.
Is it bad that I was secretly cheering on the Soap Fairy’s unintended attack of the lazy soap replacer? Nah…I didn’t think so….