A moratorium on Dove

That's it. I've declared a moratorium on the usage of bars of Dove soap in our house. It's reached an insane level, and I have to put a stop to it. While cleaning the bathroom yesterday, I found not fewer than four bars of soap, all in various stages of use, from fresh out of the box to almost a sliver. And it's no better downstairs at the kitchen sink. I discovered that not only is there a fresh bar in my rabbit soap holder (which is being used as an ashtray by someone, which is infuriating), but there's also a slightly slimmer bar on the other side of the sink, resting on a scrubbing pad. And I'm sure there's another bar or two in the downstairs bathroom, which we don't use, since the toilet broke a while ago (we're renting).

Why? Why all the soap? I don't understand it. I admit, I don't like using soap when it's in that super thin, about-to-snap-in-two stage, but I pretty much use it up til that point. And why the multiple bars? Especially when I find two or three in one soap dish, and another two or three in the shower? I just don't get it, but it's certainly starting to rub me the wrong way (ha ha).

So I decided I'm going to put the remaining stock under lock and key (i.e. hide it) until the current bars are properly used up. The stuff ain't cheap, and there's nothing more annoying than getting in the shower and having all these bars of soap fall around your feet as you attempt to dodge the little toe-seeking blocks of cleanliness.