Hello, mah pretties!
Tom is engaged in the kind of Hellacious Helliciousness that makes mah guts roil – Roofers. Roofers Creating Havoc.
So let’s all say a prayer that he can get through this without having to do a long stint at San Quentin.
In the meantime ’tis I, Musette, here to give you winners and tell you tales.
Winners of the Child draw:
gmail your evilauntieanitaAT and give me your details. I’ve been slow to get stuff out because I’m up to my eyeballs in work and allergies but I do actually get the stuff out, I promise!
Not much to tell you, tale-wise, except to say my garden is going BONKERS! We had such a mild winter and then the hot/cool/rainy Spring caused things to LEAP! LEAP!, I say. I would show you a whole lot more than I have but Windows X (May I just tell you how much I loathe Windows X? LOATHE)…anyhoo – here is one and it is perfume-related.
it is my very early rose, Therese Bugnet. This year the bush is almost 7′ tall, and completely covered with blossoms. If you walk up and stick your nose in Mme Bugnet you get nary a thing…but step about 10′ away and let the wind blow – you’ll get the most amazing rose scent! It’s the equivalent of how I like my roses in perfumery – I love Aqua di Parma Rosa Nobile but only if it’s lightly applied over their Gelsomina body cream – the jasmine has a sharp green note that cuts the rich roundness of the rose. Combined, they approximate that wonderful ‘rose on the breeze’ .
and here is The Girl – omg, she looks so serious, doesn’t she? It’s funny because in reality she’s a pretty easygoing sort and a total magnet for any little girl under the age of 3. It is the most terrifying experience – and it happens a lot (I live in a place where parents are a bit laissez-faire as regards their small children and huge dogs. Since I land firmly on the side of ‘faire’ I try to keep our distance but every now and then we are ambushed, as we were yesterday when 8 EIGHT small kids descended from the kid gym and ran, pell mell, over to us, screaming ‘DOGGGGIE!!!’ All I could do was lean over and hold TG’s head, figuring she couldn’t really hurt anybody with her feet. She remained stoic through the entire event, accepting their kisses and pats as her due, while I waited, heart in mouth, for their parents to saunter over. SAUNTER!, I say.
okay – this post is getting lamer by the second. Drop me a line. Tell me a doggie story or something fun – I’m easy. Doggggie! will poke a few winners and I promise to get some fun stuff out p.d.q. Allergies are exhausting – all I want to do is get through my work day and go lie down. But I’ll get me to the Post Office, I swear it!