I've always been resistant to the idea of toting a cell phone with me at all times, ready for everyone that "needs" to get a hold of me this minute. It makes me feel like a toddler with his ever-present pacifier. As a result, the general rule is that somehow my phone is anywhere that I am not. Take the recent voicemail my sister left me,"...so where did you leave your phone this time?" (Good question. Answer: outside, on top of the grill.)
And then there was a few days ago.... The Mister called me from his work, followed by a text. When he didn't get any response, he called several more times. By 11 o'clock p.m., he became worried and called the neighbor who dashed over in her jammies to check on me.
Geez Louise. She found me oblivious to the fact that I'd left my phone upstairs for hours. I was soaping! I was having a nice evening in my soap haven, making a just-for-fun batch.
I tried a brand-new recipe, using way different proportions of my usual oils. I also added pumice to this batch. I've had a jar of it that's been haunting me for about two years now. While I didn't add enough to get the Lava soap effect, I now have a benchmark for future batches.