Origin: The fantasy that I might spend more than 30 seconds a day on my hair, combined with an actual attempt to paste it into place in order to avoid spending much more than that trying to tame it.
How long kept: Oh, probably 3 years? No parabens, but no expiration date either.
Usage: Uh...not so much.
Why kept: I Might Need It; It Might Be Useful. And as a denizen of the medicine cabinet, Out of Sight Out of Mind...in plain sight.
Destination: Bottle was recyclable. Gel...uh, eew, see confession.
Confession: I attempted to flush this stuff. It was unflushable. Even when I poured boiling water on it -- undeniably sanitizing my bowl -- it clung relentlessly.
Based on this empirical evidence, it's possible that there still might be some of this in my hair from the last time I used it in 2007.
Bonus digression: I spent two intense days at a conference. I'm home now. No new pens. No new tote bags. No tchotchkes. No swag.
(I gave my pen and a weird rubix cube thingie that folds out into different views of the campus of my grad school alma mater to a man who needed two "gifts" to take home for his kids.)
In that moment, I totally ruled.
Confession: "M"s son, The Boy, already has one of those rubix cube thingies, courtesy of Aunt "A". Sigh.
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