Shh! Don't tell...

But I've stopped pooing again. I don't mean what happened after eating in Italy for three weeks, but what happens when you stubbornly refuse to wash your hair using products that contain ingredients that double for garage floor cleaners. My mother would disown me. My sister would not come out in public with me. My friends would stop calling. My husband wouldn't notice, God bless his soul. That's why I married him, I think. =) I've also stopped with the deodorant again, which is made much easier with tank tops and the fact that I am usually covered in dirt from gardening. Should I mention that I have temporarily stopped shaving? I think that's when people start to question your sanity. I tried googling variations of shave, armpits, women, don't, won't, and stop, with little success, to see if there were many others like me. All I found were articles about how busy Julia Roberts must be to have been caught waving to the public with stubble under her arm. Needless to say, not too many people are taking about this in a constructive manner. Seems it's just something everyone does without much question. I'll keep looking for partners in crime, and keep hoping that Mark doesn't notice this one until I've made a final decision on whether I want to go au natural or not.

On an entirely different note, my beet kvass is ready for tomorrow, as is the cherry chutney. I'll let you know how it is!