I've been tagged many times in those blogging world lists. You know, ten things... seven things... twenty five surprising, random, crazy things about you. I did one once. You can read it here. But honestly, I always feel kind of funny and vain when I do them (NOT that anyone who does them IS vain.) I think I'm just conceited by nature and don't like to explore or exploit that particular flaw.
One thing I will share with all of you is this: I HATE GROOMING
Period. I don't like taking showers or baths. (Ahem, I do take them. Daily. So no "Ewww" comments, okay? I just don't like them.)
I don't like manicures or pedicures.
I don't like massages or face masks.
I don't like brushing my hair.
I don't like hot curlers or hairpins or flat irons or trips to the salon.
I don't like shaving.
I don't like smelly bath salts.
I don't like moisturizing.
I do like brushing my teeth and am obsessed with flossing, go figure.
In my perfect world, this is how the grooming process would go:
I'd slip into a jasmine scented, jade green pool of fresh water at the end of the day and immerse myself just as the sun fell below the horizon.
I'd come out clean and let the many colored sky dry me as the moon rose high with stars and velvet breeze.
And then? I'd run back into the ancient forests to put on white cotton pajamas and sleep in a tree.
How about you?