22 05 2009

The best day to shop for kids’ summer clothes is the Thursday before Memorial Day weekend. All the sales are on, but the malls are practically deserted! I realize this doesn’t help you much since today is Friday, but keep it in mind for next year, eh?


Also: Old Navy has plain flip flops on sale for $1. Saturday only.

But I already got flip flops (on Thursday) and happily paid $3.50 to avoid hoardes of crazy mall people.


Another thing I recently discovered is my new facial moisturizer (for some reason I can stomach the word “moisturizer” much more readily than the word “moist”) smells like a milder version of Deep Woods Off! which we slathered on during camping trips in my youth. It’s weird, because you’d think that a moisturizer smelling of insect repellent would be, well, repellent, but actually I find myself thinking of my grandma when I put it on. She would always sing, “I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills. I love the flowers, I love the daffodils . . .” Which are actually the wrong words, since daffodils are technically also a flower. What makes them so special that they get mentioned by name? I mean, I enjoy daffodils as much as the next person, but when you put them in a cut bouquet they ooze a substance that is poisonous to other flowers . . . so why the extra love? When I was in college, one of my roommates told me the correct words are “I love the rocks and rills”, to which I say “What in the crazy is a rill?” Because I don’t think I love them. I sing it both ways now, depending if I’m singing on auto-pilot or really thinking about the words. Good thinking, though, Grandma. Daffodils are much more pleasant than rocks and rills.

Can you believe I think about that every morning when I’m lotioning my face?

Me neither. But it’s the truth.