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I had to.


I mean really, how could I not?



I broke down and ordered a sampler pack of perfume from a French company that takes themselves as seriously as I do. In other words, not at all.



They embrace the bad reviews of their products and even use them in their advertising campaigns.



And since I value a sense of humor above all else, I can’t imagine I’ll be disappointed. But don’t for a minute think is a gimmick. They don’t exactly give their stuff away.



I Am Trash is one of their most popular fragrances. A revolting name, but an interesting idea.



The ultimate in recycling. And as long as stray dogs don’t start following me down the street? It should be fun trying.


Still showing a girl a good time.


My husband, the king of romance.

Since we haven’t done any traveling this year due to the global plague, my wonderful spouse suggested we take a ride up the coast one warm afternoon last week. I readily agreed and dressed appropriately.

I was a little surprised to hear him pulling the truck out of the garage instead of the Beemer, but he loves that old thing and I figured he wanted to run her for a spell.

I should have known.

Where did my thoughtful husband take me on our relaxing ride up the coast?



To one of the few remaining bring anything and everything you want to throw out dumps that are still open during the pandemic.



And while I’m thrilled there are still things he’s willing to relinquish, this wasn’t the leisurely waterfront cruise I had in mind.




I think it’s well and truly dead.


Products that make my eyes roll.


Maybe it’s just me, but when I see a list of “must have” products?

It’s a guarantee I mustn’t.



Do I need a magnetized bin to save my lint?

I most decidedly do not.

Does anyone?

With my luck I’d save lint and the red squirrels would steal it to make their nests more comfortable.



So basically this is a tarp with a square frame and handles. It costs $30 and you still have to pay someone to haul it away. Makes me glad I live in the country where we can just load up our truck and drive to the dump.



Is this a joke?

No one wants to time warp back to 80’s hair.




Just, no.




Eco friendly bamboo? Fine.


But charcoal bristles treated with carbon?




This is not a look I care to embrace.

And finally….



Sorry, but I’m thinking my inner mermaid is better left unrevealed.

Because my husband knows how to show a girl a good time.


Never let it be said life with my husband is dull.



Take the other day for example…. he asked me if I wanted to go for a ride up the coast.

Envisioning a leisurely scenic drive along the crystal blue ocean, I jumped at the chance.



This is where we ended up.

A salvage yard.



And it’s a testament to how much I love that man that I was actually thrilled.



Thrilled that he was willing to throw a few things out and not dump pick to add to his collection.




It’s funny that way.



Although what this sign was originally warning against I’m sure I don’t know.


Oreo cows ahead?