We were in the bathroom one evening, washing up for the night.

The husband, grabbed his bar of soap, worked up lather and started foaming up his face.

“You know, there’s a bottle of facial cleanser right next to you,” I said, pointing to my mildly-expensive-and-proudly-almost-100%-natural Burt’s Bees range of facial products.

The husband, splashed away the foam on his face, gave me a haughty look and said “It doesn’t smell like grape.”

Sabar je lah.

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