Pink Baths Kind of Excite Me

So I've been reading Whitney's 'I Wore Yoga Pants to Work,' blog somewhat religiously for months now.

Her latest post is showing off her pink bath bomb evening accompanied by a glass of chardonnay and I cannot help but be green (the reminesce of St. Patty's Day still lingers it seems,) with envy.

Here in South Africa.. or in my little town at least, (that has nothing. Nothing. No Mcdonald's (fail), no cinema (fail), no archade centre (fail), no mall (fail), no Starbucks (double fail!).. I could go on but I'd start to bore you...) we know nothing of such things like luxurious bath bombs. That turn your bath pink. Or blue. Yes. You heard it. Yes, I want one too.

It's a good thing I am going across to London in two weeks time then and backpacking Europe all on my lonesome.

When picturing my future, I envision my backpack filled to the brim with these funny little balls instead of souveniers when I get back into London.

So what if my priorities are less than impressive?

Pink baths kind of excite me.