Top of the Muffin, to ya! Week 6

One day, I made the grand mistake of taking Harper to Ulta because.. in the middle of the winter, girls just need some OPI therapy.

As soon as Harper hit the door, I knew we were in trouble.

5 minutes in, she was double-fisting expensive nail polishes and trying to squirm away to freedom.


I have to handle her like a live grenade.

If her mood is tarnished, the bottles will be launched in protest - either smashing on the floor, Gallagher-style, or wounding unsuspecting old ladies.

After 10 minutes of disengaging bombs browsing, we entered the queue. Waiting, I admired my swift Mom moves: Beneath her notice, I managed to downgrade her fists to one bottle of polish and a small, inexpensive tube of Ulta Citrus Verbena hand lotion that I didn't really want.

$2.50 or a tantrum? $2.50, thanks.

I've never been one for fruity, foody lotion, so for days, it sat in the car, unused. Then, one day when we were stuck in traffic, I relented. For just $2.50, it takes me to a happy place. . .

Smell-o-vision ..smell-o-vation...happens on the afternoon commute.  It goes a little something like this:

Because it smells like this:

Which makes me think of this (omg. have you ever had these?):

And you buy those here, which is where we'll be in just 70 short days. Ahhh..

On a blustery, smoggy, freezing DC day, I can almost feel this:

And hear this:

And see Harper running here:

And she'll smell like this:

And I need a new bottle of this:

And it'll be so hot that I'll be drinking this, but I'll make it a Light:

Stop, stop, wait. No.

Pump the breaks.

Nooo..

 

Daydream FAIL, but hello, motivation. Down 1 lb, this week.

Oh. And smell-o-bviously, I take no credit for the images and accept no responsibility for the spending spree that may result from this diatribe.