Lurking in the back of the bottom cabinet there sat a tiny plastic bottle thingy. It was bought out of sheer desire to shut up the salesman and well...it made my hands smooth. Can you guess? It's that Premier Dead Sea Salt stuff. Yes, sadly I am one of those pathetic Dead Sea Salt owners. I hang my head in shame.
This conversation was a result of my husband noticing this evil purchase...
N: Oh, come on, time to use the sea salt!
M: No! hahaha!
N (in a super religious/annoying voice): This is Dead Sea Salt, Jesus walked on this salt. This is Jesus salt. Make sure you wash with it well, Jesus probably saw this very salt, and you don't want to waste it. This salt is very special, it will make your hands feel better because Jesus walked on it. It's Jesus salt.
M: Omg! Hahahahahahaha!
My husband is one hilarious man! Oh, and yes, we have very smooth hands... Hooray for Jesus Salt and a husband that will never let me forget this purchase. :-D
3 comments:
hahahh! yes.
dont be ashamed about the purchase. i too have lots of "potions," as tim said after he was in my bathroom one day.
You know what? I went to the Dead Sea once. Yes, the one in Israel. And I accidentally got a mouthful of it and let me tell ya, that stuff was so digusting. I would rather eat my own vomit then taste that ever again.
This had nothing to do with your post. I just thought I'd share. (o:
J: That's hilarious!I am sorry that it tasted so nasty! Thank you for sharing it. You totally win Dead Sea Salt Story-Time!!
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