My mum is an endless source of entertainment for me (as well as stress). Today she asked me if my bathroom bath sponge needed replacing. Now I stopped using a bath sponge eons ago, and opted for a much nicer orange loofah, but apparently she didn't notice the switch. Now in addition to looking a bit more classier than my bath sponge, there's a very important reason why I switched over. You see, my mum buys these god-awful bath sponges that is soft and spongy on one side, and then rough and jagged on the other side. I swear that these things are made by Scotch Brite and just sold under another brand name. That sponge takes off layers of skin when I use it, which is apparently a good thing in my mum's books (See the dead skin comes off, no?).

Speaking of burning skin, I visited a hair stylist this week to get my hair colored - not something I do very often, and definitely not something I'm going to do again for a while. I had asked the guy for a sort of dark-red color, but my worst horrors came true when after not one, not two, but four applications of hair color, my hair turned out looking like Geri Halliwell. So when people ask me why I chose such a color, I calmly reply that when I was in London I auditioned for the part of a long-lost Weasley cousin.

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