Perfumed hands

Soon I will go and wash my hands although they are already freshly washed. I was the first one to open and use a fragrance of  SoftSoap that smells like crushed sweet flowers. Scratching my nose makes me think I am standing in perfume aisle after an earthquake. I’m exaggerating here, I suppose, but that scene typed itself so it must be in my subconscious.

I COULD NOT STAND IT. I went into the kitchen and found the regular soap and scrubbed my hands really well! It was a Robert Grismore washing; yes, Daddy, I “backed” them.

Then I went into the bathroom and looked at the offending bottle – raspberry and vanilla. I think it is the vanilla that drives me crazy. Actually, I am going to have to wash my hands again with a bar of Irish Spring; I can catch a whiff of the vanilla under the regular soap smell.

What a way to start the day – already caught up in the “OCD of the Day.” Well, maybe tomorrow will be compulsive eating of Snickers.