I should be using the first blog post in a while to catch you up on our Christmas festivities and New Year’s resolutions.
Instead, I am using it as a warning to my husband, who will likely be headed home in about an hour.
Your wife and daughters REEK (REEK!!!) of Chanel No. 5. As you know, they have temporarily moved the public library into the local mall, which means we had to walk by the Dillard’s perfume counter en route to the books. Your 5 year old daughter decided today was the day to ask “What’s perfume?!” and our fates were pretty much sealed after that.
A better wife might choose to use this hour to bathe the children. But they are happily looking at their new library books, taking occasional breaks to twirl around in some sort of fanciful perfume-induced-fog. So instead of “righting the ship”, I am using the blog as a foghorn:
Prepare yourself to tell us we smell wonderful (the girls are very excited!) and by all means, consider yourself (and your nose!) warned!