Just call me the RainMaker…

So, we’ve been under drought conditions for a couple of years now. This year, our duck pond was down by almost 12 feet, just as an example. Massive water restrictions instituted in the entire area, except, of course, for the golf courses. (sigh). Point being…not a lot of humidity, as a rule. Until, naturally, I need to make bath bombs. Then, it will rain. Yay, and verily will the humidity be 100% and lo, there will be a great wailing and gnashing of teeth as these bombs continue to expand to 7000 times bigger than they should be. Mightily will they expand, refusing to take the shape of their mold, but instead, growing into organic shapes resembling 50’s monster movies about pod people.

I swear to you, one of them just moved. I think they may have reached critical mass and achieved sentience. If I am subsumed by the growing bath bomb crisis, tell my husband I always loved him…

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