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!

I...I don't think anyone in my family ever asked me to get them any food, directly or indirectly unless it was to get the food off your plate. We'd totally do that.

Family members fetch you food? They do that? I want one like that.

My mom will flat out ask me to do something (which is almost always no problem) and then spend the next 15 minutes explaining why she needs me to do it and fretting about asking. I keep the "you're asking me to stop by and change a light bulb, not donate a kidney" comments to myself.

Dad needs help with so much that he's very economical about asking for it, but I do wish his realization of the next thing he needs weren't triggered so frequently by the sight of someone sitting down and relaxing.