Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Ways I Am Not A Grown-up, The Seventh In A Potentially Infinite Series

I am 98% certain that the love of my life is this man:




You can keep your blackberry-sage foam bath and your pearberry-melon bath salts. You can totally have all the Calgon and let it take you away. Just let me have a few minutes alone with my man, and all is well in the world.

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  1. That’s so funny. I just bought this for the grandkids to take a bubble bath. Now I have to try it for myself.

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    1. There's something weirdly, sweetly comforting about Mr. Bubble bubbles. At least for me. There's also something weirdly, sweetly comforting about sharing all my oddities with my internet friends. ;)

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  2. I LOVE MR. BUBBLE! He is everything that is good in the world.

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    1. Amen! Sometimes I unscrew the cap in the grocery store just to smell it. ;)

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  3. Damn, I'm gonna have to try that.

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    1. Sure, you need a degree in chemical engineering to read ninety percent of its ingredient list, but it smells like childhood to me. (Which is actually weird, since we almost never had it at my house when I was growing up, but maybe that's what created my adult fascination with it--very delayed gratification.)

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  4. When I first saw the photo, my mind said it was the Kool aid guy and I flashed to my childhood and the excitement of picking out my very own flavor....I've never tried Mr. Bubble. To be honest, my bath tub isn't clean enough to enjoy a bath!

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  5. I've never heard of this until now, but it looks like it smells amazing.

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  6. I remember looking at those bottles longingly when I was young. We never had bubble bath. Now, I never take baths. Maybe if my tub were bigger.

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  7. OK, I held off for a minute, because I have no frame of reference. Bubble baths? Does it matter that our claw bathtub served as horse trough for thirty years, before I rescued it out of a pasture, cleaned it up a touch, painted the outside, and now have the opportunity to utilize it thusly? Probably not. Well, that took place in 1982, when we first made it up here on our ridge. I enjoyed the post, and now have food for thought as to how to improve my tub's value to me.

    At least I'll know what kind of "bubble bath" soap works well.

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  8. Mr. Bubble was my buddy when I was a kid, and the smell still brings me back. Love the stuff.

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  9. I so want a Mr Bubble. In my youth I had Mr Matey and he just doesn't look the same :-(

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