Hi, my name is Johi and I am addicted to
I LURVE Irish Spring soap. More specifically, its essence; not so much the way it zaps every ounce of moisture out of my skin. Which is why I like it when my husband (bow chicka now now) uses it. I'll let him sacrifice his tough as nails man skin so that I can revel in the scent of leprechaun freshness.
This morning, I walked into my bedroom (which has an attached bathroom) and into a wall of the aroma of "a fresh Irish spring". Lovely. It made me think of a red haired man frolicking in a sunny field of clover with a bubble machine and a pot of gold.
When I say red haired man, I don't mean this:
I mean THIS:
Don't email me and tell me how he is Scottish, not Irish. It's my fantasy.
Damn, he is HOT.
Peace, Love and Unicorns,