Does the photo above excite you for some reason? Me neither. On a related note, following is a word-for-word exchange between my husband and I:
Him upon returning from Walmart: I got Johnson's baby shampoo and bath stuff. It was on special so I bought a bunch. (Holds up and shows me said products).
Me: Oh, okay.
Him: Well you don't seem very excited.
Me: Err, well, probably because I'm not...
Him: Well, the ones you bought -- that generic -- the label comes off when it gets wet and the girls can peel it off and eat it.
Him: This one has no paper label they can peel off.
Me: Yup, okay, I see that. Great.
Him: It was on sale.
Me: Yes, okay, so you said. Perfect.
Him: Well, you don't seem very happy...
Me: I WAS ACTUALLY PERFECTLY HAPPY UNTIL I WAS FORCED INTO A FIVE-MINUTE CONVERSATION ABOUT F#$@ING BABY SHAMPOO!
Seriously. Has our life become so devoid of excitement (minus, of course, The Bachelorette, which we both find terribly exciting) that we must have a full-fledged discussion about BABY SHAMPOO PRODUCTS?
I'm pretty sure our marriage is intact only because we spend about 12 hours a week dissecting Jilllian Harris' various suitors. We're deep like that. Why discuss world hunger or poverty or the Middle East crisis when an annoying Canadian gal who thinks everything is "wicked" is willing to go on television and make out with 12 guys in the name of finding Mr. Right? My husband immediately predicted who Jillian would pick on her two-on-one date last night. I like that kind of foresight in a person, especially since I was dead wrong. I may write host Chris Harrison a note thanking him for keeping my marriage alive. Of course, if my husband comes home with a new brand of diaper cream this evening and wants to debate its merits, I may spend time drafting a property settlement agreement instead. He, of course, can take custody of the plethora of baby shampoo.