You know that point in a marriage . . . when you're in the shower and you reach for your feminine wash only to realize it's missing . . . so you yell for your daughter to see if she's stolen it out of your shower. And she has, except that when she brings it back she says, "I wanted to use it because it smells like strawberries, but it's nail polish remover."
I'm sorry, what?
"It's nail polish remover. Smell it"
And I do. My daughter standing in wait as the shower continues to pour over me. I flip open the cap and cautiously take a whiff; the sharp chemical odor stings as I inhale.
Sure enough. It's acetone or something that smells very similar.
In my bottle of freaking Summer's Eve lady parts wash.
I smell the rest of my shower products.
Dove body wash . . . brand new and in a GIANT bottle- acetone. That crap's expensive.
Redken shampoo. About 15% left in the huge salon bottle- acetone.
Or is that NOT normal for husbands to do?
