Aw, and I had a cheese on toast sandwich that I explicitly thought "it's not grilled cheese but it's good on it's own merits" about, but now it's thematically off message for the month. Good thing the month isn't over.

My mom's most annoying habit by far is asking around stuff. Instead of coming right out and saying "Will you do the dishes?" It's 15 minutes of questions about who ate last, when the dishwasher was last emptied and who did that, whether you plan on leaving the house and leaving dishes in the sink.

My mother does that, too. I think it's some combination of generational and a gender thing -- girls were taught not to be demanding, so they end up finding these ridiculous ways to ask for what they want without actually asking for it.

Timelies all!

I'm sorry for your loss, Gud.

I don't wear perfume, though I do like scented shower gel. I tend to go for fruity/sweet scents. Yeah, I like stuff that smells like dessert. :) Most of the scent washes down the drain, so I'm not bothering others or myself with it.(I switched to unscented deodorant when I couldn't take the scent wafting up at me all day)

Baby powder! I can handle that scent in moderation. It's my deodorant of choice.

Oh, lord, Demeter actually has a fragrance called Funeral Home. I would go mad.

But Dirt looks interesting. They don't have Bergamot, though.

My mom use to do something like the ask around thing, too. "Are you thirsty?" "Not really." "No? There's some of that soda you like in the fridge. We bought it just for you."

I knew what was coming, but what could you do? "Thanks, Mom. I'll go get a glass of it."

"Oh, while you're up could you get me some, too? And a ham sandwich? And maybe a lime yogurt?Since you're up and all."

"Sure, Mom."

Heh.

I lived in a house with seven people in university, and there would be like five of us sitting around on our enormous L couch all going on about "man, I could use some coffee, wouldn't coffee be great about now?" for a good twenty minutes until finally someone broke.

In our defense, the obnoxiousness was clear and deliberate.

My Dad's enormous family was notorious for a barrage of "while you're up"s when someone was foolish enough to pee or get a glass of water.

We used to joke we should keep a waitress tray in the kitchen.

Wheee! lil bro pulled through and got us a room. I thought I had found one, but the one in my price range that was well off the main road turned out to be a single king, and there's three of us, and the two queens tripled in price.

In my house growing up (and during holiday meals) it was much more direct "HEY MA! BRING ME THAT THING!" "MAKE ME BREAKFAST, JULIE, OR I'LL FEED YOUR HEMP JEWELERY TO THE DOG!"

Ran out of lunch supplies, so I just did most of my weekend shopping tonight. Which opens up a myriad of possibilities for the weekend: flowers! (well, sunday, supposed to rain Sat.) Paint! Sanding!