It's like a daily baptism

We have soft water!

I haven't had it since I lived with my parents, and I guess I didn't realize how much of a difference it can make. Until now, I've lived in apartments, and apparently landlords don't think renters deserve silky, manageable hair and soft skin. I took the first soft water shower today and I swear that instead of a washcloth, it was tiny angels, lathering and singing to me, while they washed away the memories of lime build up in the tub and mineral residue in the dishwasher. I've seen the light and I don't ever want to go back to my old demonic, hard water doused self. If someone told me that it was holy water coming out of the shower head, I'd believe it.

Tomorrow, I think I'll buy some nice shampoo and conditioner to celebrate. Biolage? Bumble and Bumble? Aveda? Who knows? I might even get crazy and get one of each. Or maybe two. And some nice bubble bath. The sky is the limit when you have soft water. Maybe I'll get some of those fizzy bath things, too. We'll see, Acala.