Conditioned

Last weekend when we went down to Anaheim and saw the Angels’ home opener on Friday and stayed for fireworks night on Saturday, we stayed overnight rather than schlep three-plus hours each way back and forth. Like with many newer hotels, they don’t have little bars of soap and tiny bottles of shampoo any more – they have these large squirt bottles in the shower instead.

But without my glasses on in the shower, I can’t read the small print. So I think that I lathered up my entire body with the conditioner, not the body wash.

It didn’t work. It’s been a week and I’m in the same condition I was in a week ago, possibly worse. I didn’t even turn that avacado green color or anything cool.

I guess we’re stuck with that same old same old me! Sorry.