A Perfectly Frozen Moment

I have this shampoo.  It is thick and gooey, like honey (and I'm not talking about honey from a squeezable bear here.  No, this is the kind of honey you buy at a farmer's market off of the side of some out of the way road that you didn't even mean to turn down.  In a mason jar.  Flowing amber heaven, but I digress. Back to the shampoo) and it's dark purple with a perfect lavender swirl.  And it is thick and heavy in your hands. But somehow not sticky and it glides into your hair and coats it in loving, purple-honey, gooey, goodness.  And when you have this amazing thick ultra conditioning shampoo in your hair and the steam from the shower surrounds you in a clean, warm fog and you stop and take a quick drink of your ice cold shower beer that is in complete contrast with everything else around you, you have one of those moments where you think, "Life is pretty sweet."  It's the small things, cupcake. Or so I'm told...