Marcel the Shell

I take back what I said about Fruit Salad by the Wiggles. Though it is a creative masterpiece, I doubt it comes anywhere near Marcel the Shell. Words cannot explain the genius that went into this. So, because I can offer no better explanation, here it is:



Oh and, by the way, the voice is completely unedited. A wonderful woman out there named Jenny Slate actually sounds like this. Raw talent, baby.

You know what I do for adventure?
I hand glide on a Dorito...
-M

Soap ROCKS.

You know what? I love soap. Really, sometimes I spend hours online looking at soap.

I go to a different bath store every time I visit a mall to smell the soap that they have. Sometimes I go to the same stores and re-smell the soaps.

When asked what I'd like for Christmas I tell people that I want soap. LOTS of soap.

 I am thinking about purchasing a soap-of-the-month-club subscription.

I have a collection of soaps. Soaps that look like rocks, fuchsia soap, soap with flower petals sealed inside, soap with lavender seeds that poke through, soap with oatmeal sprinkled around the edges, sunflower soap, french-clay soap, rosewood soap, ceder soap, rainbow soap....

I'm obsessed. It's bad, I know, but I just can't help myself. Soap is awesome.

And so, to spread the glory of soap, I give you my favorite soap sites:

http://www.soaptopia.com/
http://www.creamerycreek.com/

Go. Look at the soap. Think about the soapy-smells. Laugh at the clever soap names. Compare yourself to the soap: Am I a lavender? Or a sage-bergamont twist? Appreciate each soap's beauty. REVEL in your soap moment. And then do it all over again.

Because I'm not crazy. Soap is great.
-M