Shopping Spreeeeee!

aHhh. I just showered. After two days. One of my luxuriously long ones (shampoo, medicated shampoo, sponging, shaving arms, conditioner, scrubbing, brushing teeth...)
I’m 3 kgs lighter, I swear it!

And you know what made it super special??
*ahem*
*drum roll*
Some ’accessories’ were all new! Yup, I finally went shopping the other day to Y-block!

Check list:
Roll-on speedy dry,
Spray-on anti perspirant, anti bacterial, anti whatever-that’ll-make-him-not-want-to-put-his-hand-in- your-armpit,
Baby oil,
A hairbrush (!!!) [because I think my hair needs to start getting brushed now. Grown kind of long-ish. So I picked the cutest brush out of all of them on this rack. This round, brown wooden brush, which looked like an old big button. My friend’s sister later on asked me why I’d bought a dog’s brush...]

And this lavender body wash that I unfortunately sat on while ducking onto the couch which it sat upon in its plastic bag. So (let’s call him, the body wash, Lavender) Lavender’s tightly shut mouth popped open as my bum landed on it and I heard this rather loud POP sound. As to why I flew and ducked onto the couch was because I was at a friend’s place seated rather comfortably on the carpet, bam in front of the front corridor and I heard guests about to come in, and I was wearing this sheath of practically-non-existent silk, NOT by choice mine you. It was a ’forcible wearing’ due to a rather unfortunate accident. See, I was madly thirsty and I opened the mouth of the little plastic bottle which was to ’quench my thirst’ when I tilted it towards my mouth but the little b*stard poured water down RIGHT into the cups of my bra through a practically nun-like-closed round t-shirt neck. Don’t know how it managed to do it. Talking about bras, mine gave me an allergy today (I don’t know why I even bother wearing so-called oouuuh-underwear on the few days that I do). So anyway, I asked my friend for something loose to wear because a wet bra is anything but comfortable and in this part of the world you really can’t roam about without a bra. As it happened so, with my extraordinarily good luck, NOTHING she owned fit me, except (yup, you guessed it) this chitrah* of silk.

Now, where was I?

Ah yes, so I heard this POP and practically suffered minor heart failure. My useful friend on the other hand was trying not to trip over while in fits of laughter (God bless her friend-indeed soul). After a couple of minutes I decided to un-land my bum to see the damage the bum had done... and surprisingly, only a packet of crisps had ’popped’! Of course we didn’t bother checking the other plastic bag in which dear-ol’ Lavender was bleeding purple and we happily plopped him in his plastic bag onto the bed and went our merry ways since there was actually no guest who had entered through the front door.

In the evening, when I decided to shower, I eagerly put my hand into my ’accessories’ goody bag to find EVERYTHING soaked with Lavender’s unfortunate excretions. Lavender was jumbo sized. Lavender was also more than half empty. Never mind. I still went my merry way scooping body wash out of the plastic bag while showering and because I had to finish it all (couldn’t waste it now) I nearly fainted in the shower once with the ’incense’ of lavender...

I also bought my Ba (Dad) this hair+body showering gel. I would’ve preferred it over Dead Lavender but then I would’ve smelt like a very-turning-on man... I actually couldn’t resist buying the for-men spray-on deo because it was SO bloody good! I actually spent more time in the men’s ’accessories’ area because the women’s ’smells’ were.... well, too...SWEET. Nauseously sweet. No big deal really. All the other stuff I bought was for women. And I AM a woman...yes.

*yawn* lots more to tell
too sleepy

Till next time, my fans.

*smooch*


*chitrah = rag of cloth in Urdu