I opened a new bottle of spray gel this week. It was on sale, of course, and I had a coupon, of course but who knew what I would be getting for under $1!

This stuff smells like Australia.
I lived in Australia for two years (I think both of you who read this blog know that) and this stuff smells like what I used to wash my hair with while I was there. Therefore, every morning this week I have had memory flashes as I spray my hair.

I have a real love/hate relationship with my new spray gel. Living in Australia still represents two of my favorite years of my 30plus years, so visiting every morning is a happy/sad experience.

Maybe tomorrow morning I’ll take a ride on the CityCat while I dry my hair. . .

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5 Responses to Sunsilk

  1. Ok, so you think I am just one of two people who read this blog… I think not! But, I will come along side you in remembering the goodness of the Lord and the wonderful things we saw Him do in our lives and the lives of others as we lived in the Sun Burnt Land Down Under! Sue

  2. Kitty says:

    You surprise me every time I talk to you…never knew you lived in Australia.

  3. Anonymous says:

    Becky, I love that you have great memories of your time here in Oz. I love keeping up with you and your family through your blog! Big hugs for you!! Love Brooke šŸ™‚ xxx

  4. Anonymous says:

    Well, you definitely inspired your friends from Australia to comment! šŸ™‚ I had a chicken salad sandwich today and that always reminds me of you and Jenn…it seems like we always had some made in the fridge when we were there. Enjoy your nice smelling hair!Love you, Mindy

  5. annaj says:

    hey – remember when you got engaged while you lived in australia?


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