MY BUMBLING AND BUBBLY ADDICTION

Salud, Kids!

You can't swing a cat (of-nine-tails, thankyouverymuch) without hitting one of my addictions.

Yep, I freely admit there are TONS of 'em beginning with my favorite, chocolate. My list is long and quite varied (said with enthusiasm). Call me what you will (and many have), but I try NOT to be boring, even with my addictions.

So, let me hit this head-on and stop beating around the foaming bush and get to the dirt (you know that's why you are reding this). My Addiction De jour (man, I smile at tossing in some pretentious babble here and there). Anyway,I need to come clean, so-to-speak.

My head is spinning-I am beginning to think I need an intervention or rehab.

You heard me, but don't you DARE judge me. Well, not until you have heard the rest of my sordid confession.

Oh, you can stop with the dramatic images I KNOW you have already conjured up. Yeah, you know the ones!

I am utterly addicted to the bubbly. Come ON, forget drugs (unless Omega Reds count, or the bad juice of potatoes). Yes, I do adore a sip or two of the divine bubbly called, Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin, but that's another blog.But, today I confess something fairly ridiculous.

Therefore, (head held high) my name is, Indiscreetly Us, and I'm a shampoo and conditioner addict. I am utterly fascinated with the bubbly, foaming and smoothing concoctions dwelling inside plastic and glass containers. Love 'em!

I am an equal-opportunity purchaser. I strive to try them ALL. Bumble, Kiehl's, Redken, if they make it-I buy it...it is a bottomless pool of suds.

Others hanging 'round this domicile don't have this problem and are content to buy cheap-ass, all-in-on, Shampoo/Conditioner (Gaz I am casting a squint-eye in your general direction, but not calling names, exactly).

Whew, I already feel like a weightless-weight has been lifted from my wet locks. This intervention stuff really works. Just like celebs who enter Rehab through the front door and exit the back all in one day...I'M ALL BETTER and feel the need to listen to Robert Palmer while scanning magazines for new hair products. I will be sad though, not because of my little problem. While listening to his music, I feel sad that Robert P. is no longer with us. He KNEW about addiction of a lovely, but different sort. Hm. Yes. I am addicted.

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