Aaaaaaah holidays!

The joy, the rush, the singing, the cursing, the partying, the exhaustion, the presents… Of which some really suck.

 

Here`s the thing, for Xmas I got a bowl of purple potpourri. It looks nice, the colour is beautiful, the glass bowl (a crystal wannabbe) is decent but the scent…it`s…it`s…hideous! Absolutely dreadful! Like something you may smell in the restroom of a cheap bar, a mix of air freshener and a strong cleaning product used for not so fancy result of some very private activities. You get the picture.

 

I got it from a neighbour which is visiting almost every day so the smelly thing should be placed on a visible place. Well, I did try but…First it was in the living room bur the smell was so irritating that I have transffered it to the kitchen entrance…which wasn`t good enough because how in world can I cook if I don`t smell any ingredient except for that bathroom…thing? So I took it and found a place on the highest cabinet but you can still smell it. In fact it is so strong that you actually feel some kind of tickling in the throat. Incredible.

 

What a person can do in such situations?

The only convicing thing that came to my mind is – blame it on the cat. The cat is vivacious, playful, always running around and jumping on the furniture, and for that reason represents the perfect candidate! And what is more important, the cat doesn`t has an alibi, she is already seen on the crime scene several times by several bonafied witnesses. Yes, I know it is not right, and I`m not proud of myself but I just can`t think of something else. And I promise I will grant her with some delicious goodies and a new toy as a fair compensation.

 

How many times did you get something you hated? And what have you done with it? Once I got a vase from a very good friend of mine and it was the ugliest thing I ever saw. So, just to make some balance between my personal taste and friend`s expectations, I have placed that disputable item in the hall. …And how she got offeneded!…She wouldn`t be more resentful and insulted even if someone would spit on her favorite suede shoes. She was angry on me for months! I was sorry and I tried to explain numeruos times that I really love her very much but that this thing is…just not my thing, but with no result. Finally, years have passed before she realized that we have completly different taste in many, many, many things, including the eternal question of what is beautiful and what`s not. (which was always actually very practical because we never liked the same guys so we never argued about that:-)

 

Next move – go to the pet shop and buy something really nice to the cat.

 

Because the cat and I deserve it, 47.

 

P.S. I wish you a really truly fabulous New year!

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