1. If you haven’t entered the yoga mat contest thingy, enter away. I’ve never had a giveaway dealie before so I don’t really know the rules. I figure it’s somewhere between reminding you dudes a moment before it ends, and making a puffy painted t-shirt for Eli to wear in a picture and posting it every 6 minutes.
2. You guys were so amazingly helpful in suggesting new perfumes for yours truly in this post. Several are in the running, FYI, but then Sephora got generous with samples and sent me this Fresh perfume, Citron de Vigne with my latest purchase. Among its notes are PINOT NOIR so of course Rob’s all, “Yes. Get this one,” and I really loved it until this morning when I sprayed it on and moments later, I get a whiff of B.O. But it wasn’t B.O. Hm.
The fence. I’m on it.
3. Ever since the comment debacle this weekend, Rob and I have been casually dropping the handle “Clemson Clarity” in conversation—you know, the one who mentioned the thing about wealth and waste. Rob whispers it in my ear before bed—“Goodnight, sweet, sweet Clemson Clarity,” and I sing it in a sotto voce in the shower while I’m squeejeeing for optimal acoustics: “Clemmmmm-soonnnnn, clariiteeeee…”
Here’s another example, but will require you having some familiarity with the movie Overboard to understand. Remember when Grant is calling to Tofutti in his giant mollusk shell?
Tofutti… Oh, Tofutti. Tofutti Kline-ine-ine-ine. Where arrrrreee youuuuu when I need you….?
I walked into the kitchen this morning and saw Rob swaying slowly side to side, his back to me. I advanced around the corner to see he was holding Eli in his arms, murmuring “Clemson Clarity… ClemsonClarityWhereAreYou…???” into his ear.