When I first started writing this piece, I mistakenly titled it “no fizz in my barb”. I looked at it and winced. I wondered whether subconsciously I thought I was losing my snark. My wit. My comebacks. I’m usually very fast on the draw. But my head is filled with nonsense of all sorts these days. I immediately thought I must remedy this situation by ridding my brain of the most nonsensical nonsense. However, I was a bit perplexed as to how I could come up with a sensible nonsensical categorization system that would allow my tongue to be sharp.
However, as I originally stated that was the original mistaken title of this piece. I actually had just wanted to write about my bath and the lack of fizz in my bath bombs. I had been excitedly looking forward to using some of my bath bombs that I had found while decluttering. To only find, to my grand fusmay, the bath bombs had no real fizz left in them. How a bath bomb loses its fizz is beyond me. There’s a lesson in here somewhere about something, I’m sure.