Or as a friend would have it, MERRY KISSMASS! :D :D :D
Post cricket subjection and pre dinner, Greg’s Mum switched over to Carols By Candlelight and laughingly commented that I was CLEARLY not a fan of the Wiggles and their Christmas exploits. Shuddering, I confirmed that I was clearly not and that I would definitely NOT be subjecting their future grandkids to such a fate.
Amused, she remarked that that was what Grandparents were for, though her mood changed and she sat aghast when I mentioned not teaching these theoretical children about Santa either.
This afternoon, whilst drowning in masses of dried cranberries and fruit cake mixture I idly began wondering about the ‘to Santa or not to Santa’ question. When I was a child, unless I knew the person under the suit, I thought Santa was a massive pedophile and was… Not a fan, shall we say, of climbing into a strange man’s lap.
And then this evening I came across THIS little gem from the bowels of the internet:
Decision made. Operation: Aggressively refrain from teaching conjectured kids that Santa exists? Engaged.
VERY short and sweet this time, as I actually don’t have THAT much to say… You don’t believe me, I know, but that’s okay too. xD
Last Friday evening I decided to indulge in a bath in order to actually be able to sit up in the lounge with my flatmates instead of having to go to bed and being unable to pass Go. I ALWAYS ENJOY RECEIVING $200!
At random I pulled Lush’s White Wedding from the super pretty hand picked box of treats Greg’s Mum had given me for my birthday and toddled off to the bath with a REALLY SERIOUSLY CRAP HOLY GAWDS chick flick in hand. Hey, the film was bath ballistic theme appropriate, okay?
I dropped the ball in, delighted as I always do that it fizzed like the crazy volcanoes I used to make with friends as a kid, and wondered if it really smelled of anything. Okay so my olfactory function like … A non-functioning thing, but I’ve since read that apparently it pretty much doesn’t. Dysfunctional olfactory: 1, Lush bath ballistic: 0.
I clambered into the now-VERY-reminiscent-of-milk steaming water only to discover it felt JUST like water, and nothing else – DISAPPOINTMENT. Consoled that the water didn’t feel dry on my skin, I turned on the movie and around 20 minutes in commenced cringing. But the VERY weird thing is around then I also had to top the hot water up as the bath’s temperature had dropped through the floor at a rate I’d never experienced to date.
I’m not sure what kind of message Lush is trying to convey, maybe someone on staff had been viciously jilted at the altar? But is “Your White Wedding will turn cold on you” really the fairytale every girl wants to buy into?
Fragrance: 5/10 – I couldn’t smell much, but it didn’t smell bad…
WoSE (Water on Skin Experience): 5/10 – just felt like water, which I assume is the control. xD
Visual Aesthetic: 5/10 – the milky white water conjures the luxury of Cleopatra, the weird coloured confetti hearts though conjure a toddler dumping masticated cake in with you. UNFORTUNATE!
Leaves your skin feeling: exactly the same as it did before the bath
Clean up: None – even those masticated hearts go straight down the plug hole, no wating.
In conclusion, Lush advise if you’re getting married? Wear ANY colour but white…