i just bought horse shampoo. there’s probably nothing very unusual about that. except for the fact that i do not own a horse. not even a picture of it.

four nurses at work swear by it, and believe it or not, their thick, shiny hair made me really green with envy. for weeks now i have been bugging them to tell me they were kidding, but they won’t budge.

i circled the shampoo aisle three times.  i picked and returned the bottles a few times, that people buying people shampoo were probably thinking there was something wrong with me. i must admit that’s what i think about the whole thing, but the desire for beauty knows no reason, and an envious spirit defies logic.

so, yeah, there is horse shampoo in our bathroom.

and oh, just so you know, to double my chances of having thicker, shinier hair, i got the conditioner too. wish me luck, and cross your fingers that using a horse’s shampoo will make me run faster, and sexier too. the foamy, copious drool on the horse’s mouth, that’s another story.

check on me in a couple of weeks, i might need your recommendations on where to get those really fancy horseshoes.