And then I came up with my crazy idea of making gun-shaped soaps, so, of course, I had to tell someone about it and I shot off a text to Rachel.
Who wanted to cuss me out (she's too nice to actually cuss me out) for stealing yet another idea.
Seems the same day I started on my quest to make gun soap, she had just ordered some for me for Christmas.
Rachel did manage to pull one over on me, though. She had Jay do a design, ostensibly a design to be used for Mr. Daddy.
She told me a box would be arriving at the Lodge for us, but all I expected was the gun soap that I was supposed to forget she ordered. Imagine my surprise when there was a dish towl with Jay's design on it.
You got me, Rachel. Thanks for making us smile :)