Blog, Blog, Blog.

So no real theme for this week. I’d like to cover a few issues that are of relative importance.

First issue. The Yankee Candle catalogue came out. It is full of scratch and sniff candles. For those of you who don’t know me well, I think Yankee Candles are the next best thing to sliced bread. I’m known for being frugal, well okay, cheap, and I think they are worth the money.

But their catalogue has a few confusing scents. For instance “Copper Kettles.” I pondered it a while, thought about what my copper kettles smell like–namely dried burnt stuff. Then I scratched. It was pleasant, not at all what I expected. Another scent was “Jolly.” I thought perhaps it might smell like a sweaty Santa. Or a tipsy Santa. Instead, that smell was pleasant, too.

The next page had an attractive candle with a shade titled “Sparkling Snow.” For those of us in Florida, that smells like cold weather and bad drivers. Say no more. The last scent was Christmas Rose. That’s a keeper.

Another issue I’d like to discuss is that I have been the TP Ambassador for over a year and I’d like to nominate someone else. It is tiresome. Visiting every single household and public establishment to change the toilet paper rolls is more than one menopausal woman can handle. I’ve got my Charmin hands full, just with my house. Someone, please sign up!

The last issue I’d like to cover is weddings. Looks like my daughter will be tying the knot with a delightful young man who looks like the prince in “Enchanted,” except much brighter. This event will probably take place sometime next year.

I’m ecstatic. I love him and his family. But the wedding has me baffled. It’s not that I haven’t put on large parties before. The fact is if you told me that you were bringing 50 or 100 people to my house tomorrow night and I needed to feed them, I’d be okay with that. My house wouldn’t be clean, but it would smell like Windex. (That fixes everything just like in “My Big Fat Greek Wedding.”) I even spray my dog. The trouble is, it’s not my party and it’s in Tallahassee–250 miles away.

Still, I’m glad. I think we’ll have Yankee Candles on the tables. Not “Jolly” because I’m not sure what it will smell like, and I don’t want Sweaty Santa smell on the tables. Perhaps, “Christmas Rose.”

All I know is that unless someone signs up soon, I’ll be changing all those toilet paper rolls, and I’d rather enjoy my little girl’s wedding.

Help me out.

One Comment on "Blog, Blog, Blog."

  1. Keri-Rose says:

    I actually changed a roll of toilet paper in your bathroom on Friday. I totally went through your cabinets to find it too. :)

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