The previous post and comments regarding AXE body spray, particularly Brando's and Kathleen M's, reminded me of one summer when a good friend was away in Europe. Although he was having a fabulous time, he missed certain things about the summers he was used to. Feeling somewhat sorry for him, although not that sorry, he was after all, spending his summer in Europe... I sent him a scent care package.
I carefully dowsed little squares of tissue paper with a number of items, some of which were... OFF, gin, suntan lotion, a fragrant flower. I then placed them strategically on the letter, somehow thinking they'd keep their aroma to themselves, or better yet, making a wonderful summer bouquet.
They mingled a little too much. Or rather, one scent bullied and took over the rest... take a guess which one... I should have wrapped the squares in plastic, but it was airmail... not only was it airmail, I believe I used an aerogram. You weren't supposed to put anything else in it so the contraband tissue paper went in free to cavort.
I doubt that aerogram would have even made it out of the country had I sent it today.
It was a busy weekend, filled with lots of ups and downs... yesterday entailed an all-day trip... I was thinking as we were leaving that Ponce didn't look right and hadn't for a week or more. Last night, upon returning home, Ponce definitely didn't look right. Nothing really looks right when it's dead.
We had had Ponce for just a month short of 3 years... longer than she (yes, we found out she was a she) should have gotten due to her less than auspicious start, but still... I read last night that lizards of her kind average around 4 years. Well, she was within the average. But still, they said if they're really taken care of, they can last for up to 8. I felt like a shit, even though I knew I had taken care of that damn lizard even when others seemed to barely notice her.
On the good side?? The crickets I just bought got their freedom. I hope crickets raised in captivity stand a chance on the outside, but even if they don't, they'll have had a taste of freedom if even for a moment.
An aside- wow... I just realized that I've had Ponce for almost as long as I've had this blog... this blog hasn't been looking right for awhile. I fully expect to come in one morning, click on the bookmark and find the blog lying stone-cold on its back.
As the Eldest Lamblet and her friend spilled out of the school dance, I suspected, due to the look on her face, that she did not have a good time. When she got in the car I asked how it went... did she have fun? Oh, it was fun, she said, she just had a headache. Apparently the entire gym reeked of nothing but teenage B.O. and AXE.
Mmmm. I think if I had to choose one of those scents, I might actually go for the teenage sweat. Coating the B.O. with AXE is just like adding insult to injury.
I also can't help but wonder... do the boys really think the AXE is going to work its magic and the girls will stampede then swoon? They might be stampeding and swooning due to the AXE, but I'm guessing it has more to do with needing air.
Kathleen's got a brief post up about the demise of the handkerchief and the slip which made me remember one of the many things that first attracted me to Grizzled, something that still brings a smile to my face. Yes, he uses handkerchiefs, but that's not it. He embroidered his own when he was 10. He thought monogrammed handkerchiefs were awesome and apparently no one picked up on his desire, so he made his own... he pilfered some of his grandmother's floss... didn't know enough about embroidery to know that you need to separate the strands so his monogram looks a little more like bouclè... but I still think he did an awesome job and yes, as you can see, he's still got it.
Grizzled has always had just a touch of pioneer woman in him which I love (it only bugs the crap out of me about 1% of the time)... he's very much a man's man, but he's got that something else and he's not afraid to show it.
And for those of you who are about to give him hell... I'll remind you that the man can parallel park a truck with a trailer on a busy, city street...
Thank you Von for reminding me of a song I hadn't thought of, let alone heard in a long time. One I always loved. I'd add yet another video to the previous stream of them, but embedding has been disabled, for my own good, no doubt...
I still cranked it... think I scared the next door neighbor who happened to be out on his driveway, who no doubt, not only heard it and heard me, but probably also saw the mini-dance-a-thon. Oh well.
Alright, my afternoon laughs only lasted so long and then I saw this commercial again... it bugs the crap out of me. Who in their right mind is feeding their kids with pop! Yeah, I said POP... I'm from the Midwest godammit... I don't buy the argument. Get pissed off if they put an extra tax on milk, but pop??
Also... they leave the hatchback open. Someone go out and close the damn car.