Hint, Hint

I was recently putting away the groceries that I had purchased that afternoon while running errands with the girls, when I found something unexpected.  At the bottom of a shopping bag, I pulled out a bottle of body wash.  I don’t use body wash.  I’m a plain old bar of soap girl.  There’s just something about bath puffs and moisturizing/exfoliating/massaging body washes that strikes me as faintly hedonistic (unlike my love for Starbucks’ Mocha Frappucinos, or my stash of Dove chocolates, which aren’t hedonistic in the least).  Not that I’m calling anyone who uses body wash a self-indulgent hedonist.  Not at all.  It just doesn’t appeal to me for some goofy reason.    

Anyway, as I was saying, I don’t use body wash.  Therefore I don’t buy it.  So what was it doing in my bag?

The only answer I can come up with is that the girls felt I was in need of some body wash.  Their arms are now long enough that, given the narrow aisles of the grocery store and my frenzied let’s-get-through-this-as-fast-as-we-can approach to shopping,  it’s very possible that the girls have been sweeping an additional item or two into my cart.  And since I’m not a fastidious receipt-verifier like I ought to be, it’s probable that I’ve ended up purchasing and bringing home those items without noticing.  In fact, if I know the girls’ tastes at all, they’ve most likely thrown an extra box of cookies or candy into the cart, which I was unconsciously grateful for. 

But they went too far with the body wash.  Especially since it was an “age defying” body wash.  So not only did they get my personal hygiene preferences wrong and imply that I smell bad, they also implied that I look OLD. 

Those stinkers.

Maybe I should use the body wash on them.