It's a tradition of several years now that my daughter will buy a certain candle at Bath & Body Works for me for Christmas, the one called Moonlit Path. I in turn always buy a penguin calendar for her at the calendar kiosk in the same mall. Being the pranksters that she and I are, I have no idea if she's telling the truth that this particular scent has been discontinued. In the past they've discontinued other candles I liked really well, like Cypress. Firewood and Amber are very nice as well, and so far they are still around.
So she says to me, "Just when I thought I'd never have to endure another candle that smelled like a house fire, they go and cancel the Moonlit-whatcha-ma-call-it."
She's so adorable, I love her so. Even if she does think my candles smell like a shanty in flames.
1:01 p.m. - 2005-11-28
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