I’ve taken the whoring to a new level. Thanks to Beth, I found out that they still make Gee your hair smells terrific in some far corner of the world. My beloved shampoo came last night and I could hardly wait to shower with it. I kept just opening the bottle and smelling it. OMG. So this morning when I got out the shower, I hurried over to Steve and said “Smell my hair!” He leans over and takes a big whiff and then says “Yeah. Smell mine.” I wondered why he was so unenthusiastic. So I leaned over and smelled his. “You BITCH!” I shouted “You used my shampoo?!?!” And without a trace of shame he says “I had to see what all the fuss was about.” Likely story, STEVE, if that is your real name. You’re just a common soap whore too. ;)