Someone really ought to pay me for this stuff, but they don’t,* so please think of this a public service announcement.
When you are in a very bad mood because it’s raining and the kids have filled the couch cushions with Rice Krispies again, and there’s no tequila left because you drank it last week after your youngest daughter broke your new Razr phone in two, and the cat just puked in your gym bag, trust me when I tell you that if you get in the shower with this stuff, you will relocate the happy.
*But if the nice people from Dani happen to stumble across this post, a bottle or two of your
outrageously expensive dangerously addictive shower gel would suffice nicely, really. (Lemongrass-lavender, please. You know, just like it says right up there in the title.)
/end girly post