The Wife has been dealing with some issues with her back, and she asked me to put lotion on her legs yesterday. "Sure," I say.

She hands me a jug of some odd-smelling stuff bearing the name of a Newbury Street shop. I had passed by the shop many times, but I never knew what they sold. Now I know: strange smelling potions for $32.00 for a 20oz bottle. That costs more than my Scotch, for Christ's sake.

I'm trying to squirt the liquid through the narrow neck of the bottle. It won't come out, resisting me like ketchup. With perseverance, I manage to get a nickel-sized dollop onto my palm. This effort got enough lotion to get her kneecap done.

"Put your finger in," she says to me. I comply.

"NO!," she cries out, "I mean put your finger *in the bottle* To get some lotion! Eeejit!"

First they ask for your help, then they get angry at you ... sheesh!
Byker Reviewed by Byker on . Just trying to be a good husband! The Wife has been dealing with some issues with her back, and she asked me to put lotion on her legs yesterday. "Sure," I say. She hands me a jug of some odd-smelling stuff bearing the name of a Newbury Street shop. I had passed by the shop many times, but I never knew what they sold. Now I know: strange smelling potions for $32.00 for a 20oz bottle. That costs more than my Scotch, for Christ's sake. I'm trying to squirt the liquid through the narrow neck of the bottle. It won't Rating: 5