At a time when I should be putting words together to form sentences (I am capable of doing this grammatically correct from time to time) about the World Cup I am instead racing to the computer this evening to bark about something totally non sports related instead.
Normally one would be left to think that I’m eager to brag about my one of my children. Unfortunately this post isn’t about the Association’s wonderful left footed strike on the pitch this past Saturday morning. Nor is this sudden burst to the computer for me to pipe up and tell you about the Merger’s monstrous clout in his blast ball game. Nope friends, this moment of shameless promotion is for dish soap. Yes you read this correctly, I said dish soap. (Somewhere I trust that I’m floating somewhere in the future trying to enter a Delorian in preparation to negate myself from posting this meaningless piece of info).
The First Lady and I are having races to the dirty dish sink due to the wonderful smell of the soft touch Palmolive Coconut butter dish soap. I know it’s unbelievable that I would race anywhere where food wasn’t offered but it’s true my friends. There has never been any animosity at our humble abode when it comes to washing dishes, but there is now a level of discord when one of us doesn’t get a chance to wash them (I understand the strangeness of this dish washing vortex…it is bizarre).
Do you yourself a favour friends and seek out this product the next time you are at the grocery store or wherever you might buy your dish washing materials.