One thing I've recently learned about myself is that I have plenty to be ashamed of, but for some reason, I simply have no shame. I'm uncertain as to why this is the case, but it just is. Examples others may cite as reasons I should feel shame include listening to/enjoying Justin Bieber, using an emory board post nail-cutting, and exfoliation. During a recent trip to Bath & Body Works (her idea, not mine), we happened upon a 4-for-3 sale, so I picked out two scents as did my wife. To the delight of our olfactory senses, the pick of the litter ended up being a scent called Fresh Picked Strawberries
. Consequently, my wife and I find ourselves washing our hands more frequently than we ever have and often without warrant. Sometimes I'll even wash my hands after washing my hands. Aside from the marvelous aromatic treat we get during each hand washing, the best thing about our new soap is the fact that the strawberries used to make it were fresh picked. Needless to say, anyone who uses soap made with strawberries that had been sitting around should be ashamed of themselves.