To waste time

I know, I know. Why am I re-doing our blog header when I will just have to change it in a few months anyway? Because I know I should be doing something else, obviously. This leads to a special ode that I would like to write to a dearly, long desired love I have recently been reminded of.

Ode to Mountain Fresh Tide

Oh Mountain Fresh Tide, that I put my clothes in,

I would wear you to church if you wouldn't burn my skin.

I love the way you smell, so fresh and so clean,

as though you've never been where a toddler has been.

But why do you spurn me with your extravagant cost?

Even with coupons, all hope is lost.

Someday I will have you, I'll sniff deeply with my nose,

then I'll wash all my laundry and roll in my clean clothes.

Until then, however, I guess Kirkland will do,

though when I wash my clothes at my in-law's I will pine for you.

The End.