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. . .