I don't know what any of that means. Especially what twinkling star fruit smells like. But the combo creates a wonderful, lethal scent.
Yeah, I forgot to mention that over the holidays, in a brief foray in attempting to look and smell presentable, I almost killed the father figure.
Twinkling star fruit? Turns out the father figure is allergic to it. Or possibly golden quince. Maybe glided amber. Whatever it was, or the combo of all of them. he nearly died. Or just couldn't breathe and sneezed constantly while in my presence. If we had actually ever updated our life insurance policies like we've talked about he would have had reason to be concerned. As it was, he just has another reason to detest that store.
Right before Christmas I got a pedicure complete with snowflakes on my big toes. I'm pleased. X-Man is quite smitten. First because he kept referring to it as a snowball. And tried to throw my feet repeatedly. This was better than what he moved on to. Catching snowflakes on his tongue. A pleasant enough experience during our recent snowfalls. But he got that look in his eye while I was sitting on the couch. With a twinkle that only he gets, and usually means something unpleasant coming my way, Sure enough, the boy said "Look mom, snowflakes!" and promptly tried to like my toes.
I did not kick him in the nose. Some days I impress even myself.