Five Guilty Pleasures

Jax has tagged me with "Five Guilty Pleasures". This one is tough for me, because honestly the things I feel guilty for doing aren't things I get pleasure from doing. I feel guilty for things like yelling at my kids, not always really listening when the hubby wants to talk, and letting the dog go a month without a bath.

So I had to dig pretty deep for this... a few are really quite silly. And maybe that's the whole point here in the first place.

1 - Chocolate stashes. Now, I need to loose a few inches on the hips. And the thighs, and the waist, and the boobs. So really, chocolate should be a no-no. Being the mostly good person with my diet, I don't buy it for myself. But there are just so *many* holidays that involve candy. Valentines Day, Easter, Halloween, Christmas being the big 4. With 2 kids, we get 10 times as much candy as this house needs. (Doing the math here, my sister Kathy gets about 30 times as much candy as her house needs. But hell, with 6 kids, maybe there's a modifier in there somewhere.) Anywho... After a day or two goes by, I have no qualms about weeding thru that bowl to pare down the sugar level in the house. Most of the candy goes in the trash. But throwing away chocolate is about as big a sin as throwing away a book in this house. So the chocolate goes into a bag, which goes into a stash. For emergancy use only, you know. Good thing emergancies only come around a few times a week in this house.

2 - Naps. There are days when the work is piled up on my desk, the laundry won't all fit behind the laundry room doors, the dishes ooze over the kitchen counters along with the remenants of breakfast. And after the kids are off to school, all I want to do is curl up in bed for an hour or two of peace and slumber. At least once or twice a month, I indulge.

3 - Good wine. Pablo Neruda said it better than I ever could.
" Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
wine,
starry child
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,
soft
as lascivious velvet,
wine, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,..."

4 - Scents. My nose is very sensitive. Things like stinky kids, dogs, husbands athletic equipment, a jacket that carries the smell of smoke from the neighborhood bar (Lynch's, our neighborhood Irish bar, still allows smoking inside) drive me crazy.

I love fresh smells. Nothing floral, fruity, or overpowering. I'm constantly looking for the perfect blend of clean, fresh, non-cloying scents that will please my nose without strangling my senses. I love using liquid fabric softener on the laundry - it makes the whole house smell fresh when you take it out.

Glade Fresh Linen plug ins come close to being perfect.

5 - Wearing my husbands clothes. Sometimes it drives him nuts, but his clothes feel sooo much better than mine. I've tried shopping in the mens department, but for some reason if it isn't something he's broken in for me, it just doesn't work. So I wait until he's worn a shirt just long enough to break it in, then it will suddenly start showing up in my side of the closet instead of his. My very favorite shirt is a grey/blue flannel one that he got for Christmas the first year we were married. Now he's not a flannel kinda guy, but he wore it once to make the giver happy, then I claimed it for my own. After 11 years that shirt is about ready for the rag bag, but it is the softest, most comfortable, most comforting piece of clothing I own. A true guilty pleasure.

And so. I guess I should "tag" someone myself for this. Looking back at yesterdays comments...
Silma, Elise, Sam, Laine, and Lynn. Share the guilt!