Also, I need to see if bottles of the original formula Donna Karan's Chaos are actually worth anything, because I have a mostly full one that has been sitting in the depths of my shelves since the early 2000s.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Does perfume go bad?
If it's stored in a cool place out of direct light, no. There's a huge secondary market for vintage perfumes, especially if they've been discontinued or reformulated.
In my experience, around $150. I did sell mine. It was about 85-90% full?
Wow! Good to know!
It's one of the more highly sought after discontinued scents. And I don't know that anything has hit the market to really take its place.
Mostly I am glad that after I hauled that thing around for over a decade, it's in happy new home where someone might actually use it instead of sniffing it nostalgically once-ish a year.
I have to share this here. Apparently Ryan has been talking superheroes with other kids at childcare. I've previously shared his understanding of Spider-Man (he kills naughty spiders). Just today, however, he shared with me his latest fascination, namely Iron Man. Oh, and Iron Man's associate, a giant green man that wears purple underwear and is very strong and can smash bad guys. Goes by the name of (ahem) The Honk.
I refrained from correcting him ("No, Ryan, we say 'The Incredible Honk'."). He's also asked me whether Iron Man and the Honk are good friends. I suddenly find myself having to explain the concept of Science Bros to my little boy.
Being a father is quite possibly the best gig ever. HONK SMASH!
Dear god, the fanfic idea that just came to mind, about an adorable little boy and his adorable father discussing superheroes in earshot of Bruce and Tony.
adorable little boy and his adorable father discussing superheroes in earshot of Bruce and Tony.
And we shall call it...The Adorables!
The Incredibles got nuthin' on them.
Whoever asked, I don't expect to meet the new person until the big meeting on the first. But, like I said, generally the challenge is to keep my expectations low enough, like find the floor and keep digging, low enough(If your sister is a social worker, I'm sure she works like a tiger for her clients, but I've only had one out of every twenty, maybe, act like that.) So, it's nice of y'all to wish me someone great, but that really is like Christmas in July. Generally, they act like *I* should be checking on them, instead. I just don't want to get threatened again--that would be fab.