Spa Day, with Gerbils

While rushing through Wal-Mart yesterday, I happened to grab a handsoap that I hoped would be less harsh than what I had purchased last time. It was advertised as a "Spa" line, although beyond that it wasn't specific. When I happened to use it later, the aroma of cedar (a possibly unintentional aroma) diffused and clung to the hall bath. Just like the cedar shavings in the gerbil cages of my childhood. Nervous hopping rodents in need of relaxation in between being grabbed out of their cotton-fluff homes, what a perfect allegory for the work day. Now if only I could cedar-chip my office, perhaps we could eliminate...eh, probably not.