How our soap shop was born!!

"Do you think we could build a pantry because we are running out of room in the kitchen?" she says."Um...... sure we can use that cluttered shelving space in the garage. We can tear it down and re-purpose it." he says.Are you sure? That's way bigger than I was thinking." she says."Sure it’s only 60 square feet." he says.Witness the birth of our Soap Shop!!! I think she loaded 5 or 6 items from the kitchen. Slowly supplies were bought and tools were fashioned. Next thing I know, rainbow colored unicorn poop starts popping up around the house. At first, it was a tiny dollop on the kitchen counter by the sink. Then a healthy load on the kids bathroom vanity. To my surprise it was found in weird places like the newly built "pantry". I would complain but they smell fruity and are so cute! So no harm there. The word got out that we had these mysterious visits by the mythical one horned horse. People would stay over hoping to get a glimpse of it to no avail. The nightly offerings were getting a bit ridiculous and were really piling up. These nocturnal defecators were abundantly blessing us. We relayed our concerns to our friends. We have great friends and they pitched in to help clean up the mess. Each taking a mound or two or six in some cases. Pictures were posted. Then to our surprise people started begging for our poop (well not ours... that's disgusting). Our house was newly cleansed of the fabled horse droppings... we had to take “action”! Our supply was depleted. We enticed the unicorn by placing bowls of skittles around our house. Unicorns love skittles in case you did not know this. I believe the company is actually ran by a crafty unicorn thus the "Taste the rainbow!" slogan but I digress and no one needs to hear my unicorn conspiracy theories. They only eat and digest one at a time. That's reason their poop is so independently colorful. Our plan was a success. We packaged and mailed out everyone's soap by the Christmas deadline. We are going to have to check with the post office on its rules and regulations for sending mythical poop through the mail. Much to the parent's delight many kids woke up Christmas morning with poop in their stockings!!!
*Poetic license and embellishment were used liberally


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