I am drinking coffee and sitting at the computer (obvious) in my robe and slippers. The robe smells faintly of dog because Jessie loves to cuddle. It also smells faintly of my new perfume which could either be a good tool to mask the puppy smell or a very bad combination.
Either way I think I will throw it in the wash after I post this.
Legend has it (cough cough) that Coco Chanel was designing a perfume back in the 20's when she put in a request for "musk." Her assistant was busy listening to Ragtime on her phonograph (the 20's version of Beyonce on the Ipod) when she misunderstood and thought she said "mutt." This grave mistake was the catalyst for Chanel's assistant's new career as a dog groomer.
Or so I've heard.
So now it is exactly 7:30 AM and all I've done is go on and on about how badly I need to do laundry while I perpetuate rumors on the Internet about a famous designer and dog grooming.
Insert transition here.
Our weekend was pretty typical for us. Daughter had a friend over after school on Friday. They put on a play which they wrote themselves and may I just say that are so creative. Later that night Daughter and I decided to have a slumber party which is really just us sleeping on the floor after watching a movie. Or, in my case, me falling asleep on the floor while watching a movie.
We went to a baby shower for twins on Saturday. I love baby showers, even now that I don't have a baby. Baby showers make me feel happy and nostalgic and I am always excited to see a new mom or mom-to-be waiting in anticipation.
However, bridal showers only make me feel old. Do you know that now they serve cocktails at bridal showers? I am baptist, so that would never have been a menu option for the ladies of the WMU, but it seems to be a growing trend to get a little tipsy while you open up your new Cuisinart.
And I always thought the cheese straws were spicy.
Sunday was church, a quick stop at the grocery store, and a short walk and bike ride. It is getting cold here in New Mexico. Makes me want to stay in my robe all day.
Right after I wash it.
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I am hopeful that your robe has been rid of Eau de Pooch and just smells of laundry detergent.
I cried tonight. I was a big, 'ole ugly cry. Nothing earth shattering. . .just the blubberings of a daughter who lives too far from home and can't get there when she wants or needs to. So I can't smell anything. :)
I know cold intitately. It was about -22*F this morning. I could have used your robe and mine this morning. Doggy smell and all.
I panicked for a moment and thought you were going to say that the assistant's grave mistake was what ended up creating Coco, my favorite Chanel perfume. I was horrified that I've been purposely spraying mutt on myself all these years. Whew.
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