thebitterguy

Okay, so yesterday while waiting for our dinner to be prepares, Cynra & I went to get some bathing products for me. I'd lost my soap and poofy at the Wellness centre, so we got a new poofy and some of that fancy body washing stuff (now with exfoliant!)

So, after this morning's quick round of the Wellness Centre's machines, YHB hosed himself off and took his act on the road. Perched myself at my desk and started dealing with the clients.

Then, I noticed my head was itchy. So I scratched it.

Fair bit of skin came off. So I scratched again. More skin. Keep scratching, more skin. Soon, it's like the worst dandruff nightmare you ever had, as flakes are falling like snow on Christmas morning. I'm honestly getting a little freaked out at that moment, and am grateful I eschewed a black t-shirt for something in a grey this morning.

Soon, the blizzard of skin has ceased. I brush a few errant flakes away, and am now gonna watch that bottle like a hawk.

And for the record, right now I am not that glad I use Dial.

Anyway, when I tried to text Cynra about the morning's events, I learned that my phone does not know either Exfoliate or Dandruff.