You Don’t Have To Be A Star

This morning, I was looking in my bathroom closet for body wash because I was out of body wash and I wasn’t going to forget – again – that the bottle of body wash was empty. No, I was going to find body wash in a closet that didn’t contain any body wash. I called down to Pete and said, “Somehow, we are out of soap.” And I continued peering into that body washless closet, lamenting that I had failed to buy more body wash when a bar of soap inches from my right hand said, “Well. Isn’t this awkward?”

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