For this Christmas I have been interested in getting new perfume. The last perfume that I wore was Romance by Ralph Lauren and now I am tired of that scent. He bought me DKNY Apple when I was 2 months pregnant with Keegan and unfortunately I had morning sickness at the same time. That perfume was passed on to Christine and I still gag a little when I smell it.
Today I decided to go smell the world of perfume at Macys. My first observation was that I have literally lived in a bubble for 2 years and was overwhelmed by the number of perfumes. My second observation was that every perfume consultant that I talked to acted as if there was no time in the world for a pregnant woman wearing crocs. I realized walking in that I did not match at all, but it was because I was chasing my neighbors dogs trying to get them to go back to their yard. (story below)
I finally find a woman with way too much make-up, and she starts spraying perfumes on every bit of my arm. I am trying mentally to take notes on what perfume is on what arm and walk out smelling like a rainbow of scents. The one on my right hand smells wonderful, but I have no idea what it is! I came home and Jonathan almost falls over with how bad I smell. He likens it to having a rain cloud above me that never leaves and not so much a rainbow.
**I need your help. Please pass on a few names of your favorite perfume.**
Back to the story of my neighbor's dogs...
Last night, we were cleaning out our fridge and Jonathan insists on taking our roast beef fat gunk left over in our casserole dish and tosses it behind the garage by the fence. This grosses me out, but he says it is good for the earth. Insert my immediate thought: "whatever!" Later we hear Keegan pointing out the back door and saying "Dawg". Low and behold, his favorite friends were now in our back yard. I asked Jonathan sweetly, "Babe, where exactly did you dump that?" Our eyes met with a laugh and realized that it is where the dogs dug a hole under the fence and now the big white dog can't get back. His chihuahua companion is going back and forth from yard to yard teasing the fire out of him. We rang our neighbor's doorbell over and over realizing that they are out of town. (Thus why the dogs were so interested in the roast smell...they were hungry!)
Fast forward to this morning, and they are still in our back yard. We thought that maybe someone would be checking on the dogs to feed them, but no one ever did. Jonathan tries to go in the back and the dog just growls at him. He decides that after being bit by a big dog when he was little, that he really did not want to get chomped on again. So, that leaves me in my crocs. The dog responds to my leftover hamburger patties, and I grab a shovel to help the poor dog back to his home. The hole under the fence was deep enough on the neighbors side, but not on ours. The silly dog could not figure out how to dig back over. I kept laughing how funny it must of looked for the husband watching over the fence as his a 9 month pregnant wife is shoveling dirt.
The big white dog eventually squeezes back over under the fence, and Jonathan barricades the opening with anything he can find. Keegan sure did have many conversations with his companions through our back door and he now has successfully learned that "ruff" is what a dog says instead of "meow".