This weekend I found myself pondering the absurdity of soap. Sitting on the couch Saturday evening I posed this question to my husband.
"How is it, do you suppose, that someone even came up with that?" I asked him. "I mean, you're standing there, looking at this pile of animal fat in front of you and then say to yourself, Hmm, maybe I'll mix that with some lye. And then you decide to smear it all over your body."
"Seriously, why would anybody think that was a good idea?"
C. considers this. Shrugs. And answers:
"Lonely?"
