Friday, 23 December 2005
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Today, although I had finished all of my Christmas shopping, and even wrapped it, my mother sent me out to pick up some of what it was she wanted. The major stop on her list was Bath & Body Works.
Last time I was in Bath & Body Works I felt that my masculinity was in serious danger. Too much exposure in there and I'll turn into a metrosexual. It's like the radiation in a warp core chamber. And so, in an effort to protect myself, I wore my black "Got Haggis?" T-shirt, my Goth-est combat boots, my 'Nam era Army Surplus jacket, and tied my hair into the manliest ponytail I could muster. (Sort of the equivalent of the lead apron.)
So I get in there, and I find the hand soap easy enough. It's the bath salts I have trouble with. Couldn't find them at first--only find Body Butter, Massage Oil and Soaking Sugar. What on God's green Earth is this? Sugar and butter for your body? Are you trying to moisturize your skin or baste it?
The combined smells of all the different stuff gives me the most incredible headache. And I finally find the bath salts and they're all lavender, but my mother asked me to pick up a specific scent. It wasn't Sandalwood, and it wasn't Cucumber Melon, and it wasn't Hibiscus, and it wasn't... They have bath salts that you can only use if your name is Jasmine? Weird.
Finally found the one she wanted. Something like Petroleum Petunia scent. I paid for it and fled before the estrogen levels in my bloodstream could reach toxic levels.
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My mom bought my dad a package of Dial Irish Mountain. He said to my mom, "Honey, will you pleeeease get me Dial Gold from the store." So, we went to the store, resisted the temptation to buy Dial Berry Blast, and returned.
My dad said to my mom, "Honey, did you get me a package of Dial Gold?" I said, "Oh, we got you Dial Citrus Blast--" His face fell. "--it was the same color," I added, but couldn't help myself; I giggled.
My mom looked at me, snickered, and said, "Hon, we got you Dial Tangerine Dandelion..." My dad looked like a beaten dog. We both collapsed into giggles.
I find it amusing that men are so particular about the scents they adorn themselves with. *heehee*
"Are you trying to moisturize your skin or baste it?"
hahaha
there was this thing on tv about a spa that does a chocolate body wrap. after spending 2 summers covered in chocolate syrup and hot fudge while working at dairy queen, i find that notion disgusting.
Merry Christmas!
its patrolium sage and oil-slick petunia.
what were you thinking..
i think you should know...i worked at that store for a whole two weeks before i said "screw you" and went to be a research assistant..
worst 2 weeks of my life.
Jasmine, violet, rose, daisy, lily . . . all beautiful flowers, all beautiful women's names.
Did you know I specifically boycott Bath and Body Works and have since the summer I graduated high school?
And MERRY CHRISTMAS!
haha, that's hilarious.
Merry Christmas!
Oh, who needs Bath and Body Works. I smell the hazelnut-scented house oil in the candle aisle every time I go to Wal-Mart.
You get a thank you phone call. Please send an e-mail with the appropriate times and phone number.
wed nite ... email me and i'll give you more details
~ Shanella