My parents bathe me regularly. Honest. They really, really do.
You know. Like once or twice a month, after they’ve chased me around the house for hours, tied me down and managed to bribe me with a carton of Girl Scout Cookies. That’s how it goes in your house too, right?
Well anyway. Point is, I’ve been noticing lately that my toes smell a little bit like a ham sandwich. You know the kind I’m talking about? With onions, pickles, a whole lot of mayo, the WORKS.
But then I took a bite and well…
It just wasn’t what I was expecting.