And Now I'm A Little Embarrassed

Did you read my blog post yesterday? Well, this was the first thing I saw yesterday morning. Mind you, this was about 5:30 A.M. He had not read my blog post yet. He fixed this up for me last night while I was sleeping so I would see it when I went in to eat breakfast.

Here. Maybe you can't see it really well.

It's a WHITMAN'S SAMPLER. Not only did he stay up later than me and fix this little tableaux so I would see it in the morning, he bought the ONE THING I SAID I WOULD LIKE.

And I UNFAIRLY said he might not even know it was Valentine's Day. He knew, baby. He knew. I think he's a keeper. Don't you?

Oh. And the name on the card? I don't have to blur it out because that's not my name.


Don't forget to check the Mrs. Who's White Elephant giveaway from Wednesday - and then check every Monday.

Wait. It's Valentine's Day?

Tom and I are not going to have a big Valentine's Day celebration. I'm not sure he even knows it's Valentine's Day. After 30+ years, we get more enjoyment out of playing silly tv games together than buying each other heart-shaped boxes of candy.

Wait.

Maybe if it is a Whitman's Sampler, I just might accept a box. Maybe.

We have our own brand of romance. Our own kind of love. A love that is bolstered with silly nicknames and laughing out loud. The best kind of love.

So. A Whitman's sampler. And. Possibly something like this.

Could you just eat him up?


He was born in Japan with a large, clear, love-heart-shaped pattern in his coat. The Chihuahua was born in May as one of a litter to a breeder. Shop owner Emiko Sakurada said it was the first time a puppy with the marks had been born out of a thousand she had bred. She had no plans to sell the puppy, which has been named ‘Heart-kun’. The long-coated male Chihuahua puppy was born in Odate, northern Japan .

Coordinating Your Bath Gel And Lotion. Or, Being Just A Little Too Anal

I don't use bath soap. Ever. And before you back away, shaking your head to rid your nose of the odor of an unwashed body (and really? Do you READ my blog? Do you think a person who wears matching underwear and has innumerable shoes is gonna be stinky?), I don't use bath soap because I switched to bath gel years ago. I use the Bath and Body Works bath gel and lotion. And that is not a paid endorsement. Although it TOTALLY could be. I would be completely open to getting some free bath gel and lotion from Bath and Body Works in exchange for endorsing their products. Is anyone listening? Oh, well, it was worth a try. Because I do love me some good smelling bath gel and lotion.


But here's the problem. Does anyone else find this to be true? The lotion always runs out before the bath gel. I finally got smart and started buying TWO bottles of lotion for every bottle of bath gel, but I STILL end up with a couple of inches of bath gel in the bottle. Then I have to buy more lotion and I end up with more lotion than bath gel. What a quandary. Maybe it's because I slather lotion over every inch of my body, but I HAVE to. Otherwise I am dry and flaky. And it is not a pleasant experience to be scratching your boobs because they are so itchy when you are trying to teach a class of elementary students. So, the problem.


This morning, I looked at the bottles of bath gel and the bottles of lotion and realized I have several that don't even match up. So, I decided to make a bold move. A move that I am sure will land me in some kind of hall of fame for those bold and brave enough to make a major change in their bathtime ritual. I used bath gel and lotion THAT DID NOT MATCH. I know you are shaking your head in disbelief. I know. And I am just a little bit concerned that someone might report me to the bath gel and lotion police. Or at least to Bath and Body Works (did you notice how I got their name in this post twice? Surely that is worth some free products?) for mixing products. I couldn't match, but I at least tried to COORDINATE. I have on Warm Vanilla Sugar bath gel and Wild Cherry lotion. Sort of like a piece of candy you might find in a Whitman's Sampler. (More product placement. Ooooooo....Whitman's Samplers...).


So, I smell good. Good and sweet. Actually, sweet enough to eat if you consider the above titles. I may not match. But I smell good. And maybe those damn bottles will empty out at the same time. I'll keep you updated.

I'm golden. A kindergarten student just told me I smelled good.