it has become a running joke between matt and myself that i can't stop buying soap. i bought some more ivory the other day (buy two bar sets and get a dollar off, that's 6 bars for $.94). it's not like we won't use it. eventually. whenever he asks me what my plans are i say "i have to go to the store, we're running out of soap." and he laughs uncomfortably while he decides whether or not i'm kidding.

holly talked me out of a four bottles of shampoo for 3 dollars deal, rationalizing that it's not a brand i use. she's right. and also, where would i put it. the cupboards are already teeming with personal products*. i counted nine open bottles/tubs/vats of hair products currently in use in my bathroom. they are all different. i did not include samples or trial versions in my count. i've been experimenting with using more than one. i'm trying to find the best combination so i can use twice as much product per day and thus lighten the load.**

these are the thoughts that fill my day. using up the hair gel and finding somewhere to stash all my soap. and then matt's grandmother gifted him a diamond ring. this part is kind of a long story: matt and his brother were bemoaning the tradition (?) of spending 3 months salary on an engagement ring. matt's mother assumes that he is upset because he can't afford one and the grandmother(who is very nice) gave him the ring as a gift because they all think he's desperate to propose but can't afford to. in fact the complaining isn't personal it's the injustice of the thing that pisses them off. however, his family must like me.

*is that phrase too vagisil to be used for soap and shampoo?
**i was telling matt this and i added that i needed to buy a clarifying shampoo to remove the layers of gel. he looked so sad i pretended i was kidding about buying more shampoo. but i'm not really, that shit takes a toll.