Roasted Garlic, Raw Onions, and Twirly Skirts
Before I start, let me just say: Time flies when you spend most of it in front of a computer. Writing writer briefings. And answering tons of emails; a select few that are actually relevant to your job. And getting repeated memos about the cover letter to your botched TPS Report. (Oh wait- that wasn't me.)
Yes, my friend, (or friends, if there is still more than one person reading my blog), the above comments indicate that my job has been busy, hectic, and just plain insane. Which quite rightly explains why I have been unable to post these many weeks. My levels of job satisfaction have been very high.
Which also explains why I am very glad that my team has just hired two new members. The first, and most exciting in my opinion, is our very own Bette. Hooray for Bette! Hooray for me and my team! This is most excellent news. Bette is a permanent coworker!
Now, on to my brilliant topic...
So this morning, I was happy to be wearing one of my favorite items of clothing (I'll get to that in a moment), smelling good after a particularly wonderful shower and a satisfying slathering session of my favorite good-smelly lotion from Bath & Body Works. (Hey- Only on my arms, neck and legs, you perverts!)
Anyway, I got on the bus in all of my good-smelling glory and got a window seat. As I've said before, I am very antisocial on the bus. I like to read my trashy romance novels. And that's it. So I had started reading my book, and this guy sat next to me. Now, he has sat next to me before. But today was the day that I really noticed him. Not because he dressed nicely or smelled good, or smiled at me and said, "Hi" as he sat down. Oh, no. I could never be that lucky. Yes, my friends, I noticed him because of the way he smelled.
This wasn't a "Cool Water" or "Obsession for Men" kind of smell. This was more like a "Roasted Garlic" and "Raw Onion" kind of smell. The guy had a really strong smelling dinner the night before. Or a strong smelling breakfast this morning. Whatever the case, I was hesitant to breathe. And I was worried that all of my good smelling glory would go out the window. And that I would smell just like him after sitting next to him on the 40-minute ride to downtown Minneapolis.
I tried to hold my breath. But after less than a minute as my lungs were about to explode, I decided that wasn't the wisest course of action. Breathing is my friend. Then I tried facing the window. But after fogging it up so badly it looked like two people were making out on the bus, I decided that also wouldn't work. So I just pretended that he smelled like flowers. Lilacs, actually. Believe me, that wasn't easy. Especially after he yawned or sighed. (Cough, cough.)
But even this horrendous experience on the bus didn't dampen my Wednesday morning spirits. Why, you ask? Well, because I was wearing my twirly skirt, of course!
Just as I am of the firm mindset that a woman can never own too many pairs of shoes, I am of the firm mindset that every woman needs a twirly skirt. A skirt that when you turn in a circle, it twirls. Like Belle in the Disney movie, The Beauty and the Beast, when she's wearing that pretty yellow dress. Yeah, ladies, you know what I'm talking about. I got my twirly skirt on clearance for about $16 at Banana Republic last winter. It's velvet, and brown at the top, with tiers sowed in that have a color gradient that ends at bright green at the bottom. Very pretty. And very twirly.
Every time I wear that skirt, it puts me in a fun, good mood. My twirly skirt. I do twirl when I wear it. At home, on the elevator at work, and when I'm showing people my twirly skirt. Yeah, they love it.
On another note, RobbieMax is very happy because he's becoming a very important man at work. (He told me to write that.) My man. The very important work man. I'm so proud.
And I swear, Will is a trombone prodigy. That kid has the trombone touch. (Kind of like Phil Collins's "Invisible Touch." Well, maybe not, since Will is only 11.)
Anyway we are all doing fine. Thanks for your concern.
And I have my 6-month post-surgery check-up with my cardiologist on Friday, January 5. I'll start a countdown after Thanksgiving.
What are your plans for Thanksgiving? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours. (That's my shameless solicitation for comments...)
Have a great night, all! And thanks for your patience with me!
Yes, my friend, (or friends, if there is still more than one person reading my blog), the above comments indicate that my job has been busy, hectic, and just plain insane. Which quite rightly explains why I have been unable to post these many weeks. My levels of job satisfaction have been very high.
Which also explains why I am very glad that my team has just hired two new members. The first, and most exciting in my opinion, is our very own Bette. Hooray for Bette! Hooray for me and my team! This is most excellent news. Bette is a permanent coworker!
Now, on to my brilliant topic...
So this morning, I was happy to be wearing one of my favorite items of clothing (I'll get to that in a moment), smelling good after a particularly wonderful shower and a satisfying slathering session of my favorite good-smelly lotion from Bath & Body Works. (Hey- Only on my arms, neck and legs, you perverts!)
Anyway, I got on the bus in all of my good-smelling glory and got a window seat. As I've said before, I am very antisocial on the bus. I like to read my trashy romance novels. And that's it. So I had started reading my book, and this guy sat next to me. Now, he has sat next to me before. But today was the day that I really noticed him. Not because he dressed nicely or smelled good, or smiled at me and said, "Hi" as he sat down. Oh, no. I could never be that lucky. Yes, my friends, I noticed him because of the way he smelled.
This wasn't a "Cool Water" or "Obsession for Men" kind of smell. This was more like a "Roasted Garlic" and "Raw Onion" kind of smell. The guy had a really strong smelling dinner the night before. Or a strong smelling breakfast this morning. Whatever the case, I was hesitant to breathe. And I was worried that all of my good smelling glory would go out the window. And that I would smell just like him after sitting next to him on the 40-minute ride to downtown Minneapolis.
I tried to hold my breath. But after less than a minute as my lungs were about to explode, I decided that wasn't the wisest course of action. Breathing is my friend. Then I tried facing the window. But after fogging it up so badly it looked like two people were making out on the bus, I decided that also wouldn't work. So I just pretended that he smelled like flowers. Lilacs, actually. Believe me, that wasn't easy. Especially after he yawned or sighed. (Cough, cough.)
But even this horrendous experience on the bus didn't dampen my Wednesday morning spirits. Why, you ask? Well, because I was wearing my twirly skirt, of course!
Just as I am of the firm mindset that a woman can never own too many pairs of shoes, I am of the firm mindset that every woman needs a twirly skirt. A skirt that when you turn in a circle, it twirls. Like Belle in the Disney movie, The Beauty and the Beast, when she's wearing that pretty yellow dress. Yeah, ladies, you know what I'm talking about. I got my twirly skirt on clearance for about $16 at Banana Republic last winter. It's velvet, and brown at the top, with tiers sowed in that have a color gradient that ends at bright green at the bottom. Very pretty. And very twirly.
Every time I wear that skirt, it puts me in a fun, good mood. My twirly skirt. I do twirl when I wear it. At home, on the elevator at work, and when I'm showing people my twirly skirt. Yeah, they love it.
On another note, RobbieMax is very happy because he's becoming a very important man at work. (He told me to write that.) My man. The very important work man. I'm so proud.
And I swear, Will is a trombone prodigy. That kid has the trombone touch. (Kind of like Phil Collins's "Invisible Touch." Well, maybe not, since Will is only 11.)
Anyway we are all doing fine. Thanks for your concern.
And I have my 6-month post-surgery check-up with my cardiologist on Friday, January 5. I'll start a countdown after Thanksgiving.
What are your plans for Thanksgiving? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours. (That's my shameless solicitation for comments...)
Have a great night, all! And thanks for your patience with me!
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