1) My son had to select a career with a science background to research and present to his class. What to choose? Since he loves CSI shows, he thought something in forensic science or possibly criminology might be good. Then I reminded him that not long ago he’d mentioned he might want to be a doctor, and he perked up. “Oh, yeah! That would be a good one,” he said. “What’s it called? A brainiologist?” Uhhhh. “A neurologist?” I offered. A moment of awkward silence passed. He chose crime scene analyst.
B) Weirdest product I think I’ve ever seen in a catalog: Scentology fragrances. Three types: Crave, Endurance and Bliss. Apparently one controls your urge to eat carbs, the others help with energy and mood. I’m embarrassed to admit now, but when I first saw these advertised, I thought they were Scientology fragrances. I immediately thought that Southern Baptists should put out: Wallflower, Teetotaler, and Shucks. These would control your urge to dance, drink and swear.
III) I made a new year’s resolution to keep a cleaner house, and I’m bragging a bit here but—it is looking a lot better. Doesn’t hurt that I also hired a housekeeper to come twice a month. Love you, Marisol! I didn’t say how it was going to get accomplished, but it does feel good to have kept one resolution and it’s already February.
Have a great weekend. Go Giants! Go Patriots! Go Superbowl advertisers! (By the way, this is my 50th post! Thanks for hanging in there with me.)