Steve Who?

If you call my house, don't expect me to know who you are.
1. We don't have caller ID.
2. I just can't tell by your voice.  I could really use one of those tv phones from Back to the Future, #3 I think, the one with the hover boards.

And particularly if you're a Steve, you're going to have to give me more information than that.  Are you:

1. Steve of Steve & Evelyn, who take us mushrooming and have us over for hot dog roasts?

2. Steve of Steve Trent and Small Town, our local band of whom attend Sunday Bible study?

3. Steve, Paul's best buddy who he'd marry if he wasn't already taken and more of a woman than a man?

4. Steve, as in Paul's brother?

All you Steves call me and I don't know who you are.  I'm just saying.

Today, one of these Steves is having a birthday.  The one I'm related to, who shares his initials with me.  He gave me this crazy good shampoo that looks more like a bar of soap.  The problem with it is I want to eat, it smells so good.  Good thing I have a deep sense of self control.  But if you see me smelling my hands, you'll know why.  I'll let you smell them too.  Just don't lick me.

The company is Lush.

You can see more interesting soaps here.

It comes in this cute little tin.

The shampoo Steve gave me looks like this

and tastes smells like a candy store

 mixed with a lilac bush.

Yum.

Steve is on the right there.

Looks a whole lot like Paul.

Paul and Steve's dad (a.k.a. Papa) on the left.

And you probably know the one in the middle.

If you'd like to know anything about intinuators

or art museums around the country,

you might want to get to know this Steve.

He's a smart guy.

He likes these chips:

But, really, I've never actually seen him eat them.

He brings them to family gatherings

and we eat them.

Thanks, Steve.

Happy Birthday

and thanks for the shampoo.

And the chips.
And the vacuum.
And the tickets to the theatre.

Did I mention he's super generous?
And I just bet his love language is gift giving/receiving.