CRS

So I'm getting to that age where little lines are beginning to frame my eyes, my underwear is getting a little higher, sweatpants are becoming my ensemble of choice, and I am aquiring a wicked, searing case of CRS.  (Can't Remember Shit, for the uninitiated)...

A regular customer of mine put in a special order for goat milk soap the other day, and this afternoon I got out my arsenal of pots, pans, ingredients, and molds and set to work on a lovely swirled batch of blues, sages, creams and black - scented with blackberry and sage.  I tell ya though - this sucker just would NOT trace.  I whipped that batch half to death and it's still runny...hmmm...come to think of it, the frozen goat milk took forever to melt too.  And....hmmm....it's in the mold now and it STILL isn't setting up!

Uh....are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?   

Yeah.

Did I forget to add the lye? 

I'm seriously beginning to wonder about myself.  It ain't normal, I tell ya. 

I'll keep ya'll posted on the soap.... (and my hastening brain deterioration) ;o)

UPDATE!:  Oh yeah.....it's a goner.  Complete toast.  Ugh.