crucible of ennui

You know how smell triggers memories? Today in the elevator at work I was standing next to a high level executive type who smelled EXACTLY like my grandfather.

It was all I could do to keep from throwing my arms around him and shouting, “Papa, Papa!!”

Outside of the whole grandfather memory, I love men who smell of yummy cologne. It makes me want to snuggle up next to them on a couch, eat popcorn and watch old Star Trek reruns.

Apparently if you get a whiff of some guy who smells fabulous it’s just not cool to go over and bury your nose in his neck. Who knew?

That’s considered assault in some states.

We decided to move up our Christmas this year to Sunday the 19th. So technically I have only 3 days to get ready for Christmas. And I really haven’t finished my shopping. I tried. I really did. Every time I went out this last weekend to shop, I couldn’t find anything. I just may be in a mood. I have Friday off, so I’ll have to break out the serious shopping then. I decided that the theme to dinner this year is…. Appetizers!!! Yes, we’re having an appetizer Christmas. No need to really do a formal sit down shin-dig, just little yummy munchie things, very casual.

It really doesn’t feel like Christmas yet, even with all the vacation time I’ve been taking. Obviously I NEED to have a tree in my house before I can really feel like it’s Christmas.

And I’m waiting for one of my best friends to get off his ass and get his LiveJournal up and running again so I can continue my voyeuristic predilections.