July 11, 2010

How to torture yourself with something you love

I've started a kind of ritual on Sundays: I go to church (it was awesome today, felt like the pastor was speaking directly to me) and then head to the mall (or other stores) to see what I can pretend to buy. And usually, yep, it's perfume. Now, since the last time I blogged about belonging to a perfume swap community here, I have added a few items to my wishlist. As luck (or misfortune) would have it, I found a lot of my wishlist items at Kohls. And so I sprayed...and sprayed...and... sprayed. By the time I got in the car, I didn't smell like a WH, I smelled worse, much worse. Imagine being in a car with 20 different smells emanating from your body. Imagine gagging and trying to get away from yourself. I even came home and got soap and a washcloth and tried to scrub the scents away. But nope, they lingered (that was some strong stuff!). Finally, after about 5 hours, they dissipated. And what did I do? Sprayed another one. Yep, no lessen learned for me!

Nothing yet, but I have been fantasizing about some Edy's chocolate peanut butter cup....Oh, and I had some amazing barbecue pork chops for dinner. Sweet pig indeed.

2 comments:

  1. so.... now you see why Jennie and I are trying to cram Pete's book down your throat. It's MORE OF THAT. It's like he'll sit down across from you at a coffee place, already knowing what's going on in your life and start with: "Lori, here's what I have to say to YOU and YOUR SITUATION...."

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  2. Yep! now i see the light. I think I could have listened to him talk all day.

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