The Yankee Sniffer
I like this scene. A definite man's man. A professional baseball player. A bighuge truck driver. Sporting a Bath & Body Works checkered bag. Sniffing a Yankee candle. That's the kind of man you want, ladies! One who can go into any deemed "girly" store and decipher the many scents before him, selecting the exact candle his wife would have chosen without her help! Gosh I like this guy! He's come to quickly understand just how sensitive my nose is to smells of all types. I can smell everything. And when something has even the slightest hint of funky odor, I'm the first to throw a legitimate fit about it. And I think my smell-awareness is slowly rubbing off on him. This is good. Especially if you knew him before he met me ;) Now look at my man! He's our official candle-picker-outer and today he did a mighty fine job. We're now basking in the fragrances of Mango Salsa and Pineapple Cilantro. Mmmmm.
Another benefit to the pleasant smells? The fire that brings them. Before lighting the candles, our apartment was a chilly 62 degrees. A cold front (a real one, I swear!) has hit Florida, with overnight lows in the 30s and daytime highs in the 50s and 60s. WHAT?! I thought we left Washington 4 months ago? Brrrr. To make matters worse, we don't know how to work our heater, and therefore, I've been wrapped in a blanket for the majority of the day. I knew I shouldn't have given all my winter clothes away!
And can I just mention, real quickly, that growing up is a pain in the neck sometimes? In the past few months, I've set up more accounts than I thought feasible. But I forgot one. Of course. Dental Insurance. And that's not too much of a bother if:
1) You knew anything about getting personal dental insurance
2) You didn't have an annoying toothache accompanying the entirety of your day. Boo.
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