Happy Birthday, Awoooooo!

Today is an old pal's happy budday. Dear ol' Anoo. What a riot we were together.....always crazy about music and movies, we could jabber on nonstop all day and all night.

She still has "cassettes" of our convos. It was more of a shock than a surprise when she eventually confessed to having recorded our phone convos on tape. There was enough ammo in there to turn into a Watergate scandal (for some listening to those tapes it would have opened the floodgates and let water run freely down their faces).

College days were fun filled, no doubt. There are tons of stories on all the antics we got up to, but those will be reserved for another day, another occassion.

This story is only about Anoo's antics. She came to visit me in my city a few years after we had parted ways. She was surprisingly extremely well-behaved (maturity? naah....only b'coz my folks were around) and looked great, which was also a new one! She came bearing those tapes as gifts and it was such fun listening to old gossip about friends, foes, and other unmentionables. Typically, we stayed up nearly all night yakking away about ze good ole days.

The next morning she went in for a shower and came out looking squeaky clean. I was immediately suspicious :D

She went into raptures about my wonderful collection of soaps and shampoos in the bathroom, all looking and sounding so colorful and exotic.

Now Anoo considers herself a woman of very distinguished tastes. She has traveled the world and many seas and is quite the die-hard designer dudette. Her huge collection of branded parfums and accessories all sourced from abroad or even from Khan market is well-known within her group of gals. So when she went all curious about the soap she found in the bathroom, I had to go and check which one she was talking about. She simply HAD to know what product it was and from where I had got it so she could buy a few dozen for herself at the very least.

I took one look at the soap in question and split my sides laughing.

Poor Anoo stood there gaping and tapping her foot in impatience waiting for me to catch my breath -- and give her an explanation for my inexplicable behavior. Soon I began to howl like a wolf or like the dogs in my street do at night. Anoo didn't pay much attention becoz she knows I'm crazy like that and often.

Eventually, after my laughing fit kinda subsided, I had to inform her that she had just bathed using my cute li'l doggie's bar of soap.

Exotic? You betcha !!

So, here's to you, dear one-of-a-kind Awoooo...oops...Anoo.....have a blast of a birthday and keep shakin' it !

You're our very own Soap Doggy Dog ;)