Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.
How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.
If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 18th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.
This was originally posted on my old blog on December 18, 2013.
I have a huge bottle of Shampoo in my shower. It’s 28 ounces huge. And it’s not just shampoo, it’s “2-in-1” shampoo and conditioner. It’s salon tested and clinically proven to clean and condition my hair, to moisturize it, and to leave it healthy looking. It adds body, it makes my hair shiny, silky smooth, lustrous. It strengthens my hair and makes it thicker. It’s like Viagra for my hair!
Best of all, this isn’t some sissy shampoo that only girlie men would use. No siree Bob. This shampoo is formulated specifically for men. No fruity, flowery, or spice-like fragrances.
Uh uh, babycakes! It smells like musk, that greasy secretion with a powerful odor produced in a glandular sac beneath the skin of the abdomen of the male musk deer. Oh yeah, baby! Deer sweat!
For some reason, while I was taking my shower this morning, I looked at that giant bottle of shampoo and thought to myself, Isn’t it kind of ironic that I have a huge bottle of shampoo in my shower?
No, it’s not ironic that there is a humongous bottle of shampoo in my shower. Where else would one have a bottle of shampoo, if not in their shower?What is ironic, given the lack of hair on my head, is that I would have a bottle of shampoo in my shower at all. For me, a bottle of shampoo in my shower is about as useful as antiperspirant is to a male musk deer.
So why haven’t I just thrown that bottle of shampoo away? Why keep it in the shower as a daily reminder of an earlier time, a time long ago before Mother Nature had visited the curse of FDD (follicle deficiency disorder) upon me?
Do I think that if I periodically rub a healthy amount of masculine, deer musk shampoo on my pate (which, for those of you with a limited vocabulary and/or a dirty mind, means the top of my head, not a mixture of cooked ground meat and fat minced into a spreadable paste, nor my pet name for an entirely different body part) that it will suddenly and miraculously, in a Viagra-like way, stimulate new growth? That I’ll wake up the next morning with a shiny, silky smooth, lustrous, thick mane of hair?
Hey, it could happen.