Readers may recall that Lorie has previously expressed an opinion regarding my inexpensive, generic lotion. This week, she takes matters into her own hands. She wants me to point out that, in her defense, “the lotion was five years old, and probably full of bacteria or something.” This could be true, I suppose– it was certainly about that old, though I don’t know that it was particularly contaminated or anything.
So anyway, I’ve been using some sort of proper face lotion now. Has my life changed? Well, not noticeably so far, but perhaps strangers will start complimenting me on my radiant appearance more frequently in the coming weeks. In the meantime, there’s one less tube of lotion in the cabinet now, which was a little crowded, as indicated here. How about that– three comics about lotion? I’ve got a wild ‘n crazy life going on here, I tell you what. Believe it or not, I was out at a concert this weekend, and out after midnight. So I’m not totally immersed in a world of sedate walks to the library, early bedtimes, and moisturizing products.