After we married, I told my wife “Honey Bunches”, I needed a fingernail brush. (If you have read some previous posts, you may have noticed I am from the country and she is decidedly not.) “Where do you find them”, she asked. I had always grown up with a few around. Are they endangered now?! I wouldn’t know where to look either. Is there a fingernail brush section at Wally World?
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I still don’t know, but I do know my wifey found one somewhere.
She was unaware of the cleansing power of that little brush. Often, I am sent to the cleansing station (bathroom) when I have been working on greasy equipment, fighting cows, playing in the mud, etc… I emerge squeeky clean and ready for civilized living. The energy required to keep a farmer clean was thrust upon Honey Bunches today.
I return from bean planting and am quickly informed pulling weeds stains her fingers. Appearently dirt and other irremovable stuff get on her hands. I ran some hot water in the clawfoot tub. As if tricking a cat into a bath, I stand behind the door,”come here sweetie” I call convincingly. Like a cat who is being tricked into a bath, she peers cautiously into the bathroom.
After some soap, hot water, and some serious scrubbin, her hands are clean, but pink. Appearently apricot and sugar scrubs are no match for farmin dirt. Old fashion brushes work wonders. I think she is surprised. Like a cat, she retires to the couch to admire her clean paws.
