Hygiene Hijinks!

…a special thursday afternoon post for my sister…

when i was around and about five years old, my sister and i put aftershave in our hair because i was convinced there could be nothing better than something that smelled so good smelling that good in your hair. in fact, i freely admit i was the one who did the peer pressuring. my mother was horrified when she got home that day and gave us affectionate pats on our noggins. her hand drew away in horror and disgust. and i proudly smiled at my genius and invention and odiferous supremacy. and then our hair was like brittle twigs for weeks! upon! weeks! but our balding scalps conjured, without fail, images of someone heavenly-looking, impeccably dressed, and cleanshaven for that span of time.


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