PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME BY THE SMELL OF MY CAR
Yesterday, I got a card from my car dealership congratulating me on the upcoming first anniversary of the purchase of my car. (I get a lot of overly-earnest and "concerned" mail from my car dealership. In fact, I hear from them almost as much as I do from ATT who apparently will not rest until they sign me up for their U-verse plan. I've never felt so wanted by anyone in my life as I do by ATT.) The card contained a little air freshener thing you hang from your rearview mirror -- and it was shaped like my car. The ridiculousness of it made me laugh. Do cars get extra smelly in the first year of ownership? Or was the scent "new car smell" so you can relive the brand-new chemical smell of yesteryear? (New-car smell is no longer pleasing.) The fact that it was shaped like a tiny version of my own car was just the icing on the cake. Maybe it had a tiny little air freshener hanging from its teeny-tiny rearview mirror!
Since I needed to drive over to my mother's this afternoon, I thought I'd take it out for a spin. Freshen us all up a bit. I opened the cellophane wrapper and immediately regretted it. Whoa. That was ... pungent. I hung it from my mirror and headed off. Good god, that thing smelled putrid. (I can still smell it on my hands, almost five hours later.) I actually sped up so that I could get to my destination as fast as I could and find a trashcan or lead-lined hazardous waste bin to throw it in. (Had I been stopped by a cop for speeding, I'm fairly confident that once he'd gotten a whiff of my tiny Hyundai, he'd let me off, backing away and covering his face with his hand, ordering me away -- as fast as I could go.) Once at my mother's I stood outside, next to her garbage can and offered it to her if she really wanted it. She was inside, I was outside -- she could smell it. She declined my offer. Wise decision.
Next to my mother's back steps are a few shockingly tall sunflower stalks. I'd never seen them before and wondered where they'd come from. Birdseed! Here's a photo I took of a soon-to-be-sunflower. It was pretty green, but I bumped up the color a bit because ... because it's Cinco de Mayo!
Off now to watch "Mr. Selfridge" on whatever they're calling Masterpiece Theatre these days. Jeremy Piven is not a very good actor in this, but I'm quite taken with the program. I am fascinated with any period-production set in a department store. Also, when I lived in London, I lived right across the street from Selfridge's. It's a great building. I remember walking through the Miss Selfridge department once, but I don't really remember much about the interior. I'd love to go back though and take a look -- even though I'd be heartbroken if they'd modernized it and made it look like a J.C. Penney's or something.
In parting, my cute cats have walked off with my tweezers. I can't find them anywhere. I'm sure they're lodged beneath something heavy, and I feel certain I'll never see them again until I move. ...I miss my tweezers.
Since I needed to drive over to my mother's this afternoon, I thought I'd take it out for a spin. Freshen us all up a bit. I opened the cellophane wrapper and immediately regretted it. Whoa. That was ... pungent. I hung it from my mirror and headed off. Good god, that thing smelled putrid. (I can still smell it on my hands, almost five hours later.) I actually sped up so that I could get to my destination as fast as I could and find a trashcan or lead-lined hazardous waste bin to throw it in. (Had I been stopped by a cop for speeding, I'm fairly confident that once he'd gotten a whiff of my tiny Hyundai, he'd let me off, backing away and covering his face with his hand, ordering me away -- as fast as I could go.) Once at my mother's I stood outside, next to her garbage can and offered it to her if she really wanted it. She was inside, I was outside -- she could smell it. She declined my offer. Wise decision.
Next to my mother's back steps are a few shockingly tall sunflower stalks. I'd never seen them before and wondered where they'd come from. Birdseed! Here's a photo I took of a soon-to-be-sunflower. It was pretty green, but I bumped up the color a bit because ... because it's Cinco de Mayo!
Off now to watch "Mr. Selfridge" on whatever they're calling Masterpiece Theatre these days. Jeremy Piven is not a very good actor in this, but I'm quite taken with the program. I am fascinated with any period-production set in a department store. Also, when I lived in London, I lived right across the street from Selfridge's. It's a great building. I remember walking through the Miss Selfridge department once, but I don't really remember much about the interior. I'd love to go back though and take a look -- even though I'd be heartbroken if they'd modernized it and made it look like a J.C. Penney's or something.
In parting, my cute cats have walked off with my tweezers. I can't find them anywhere. I'm sure they're lodged beneath something heavy, and I feel certain I'll never see them again until I move. ...I miss my tweezers.