*evil laughter*

My friend Kristie married into baseball, much like I did. She married the Red Sox and I married The Yankees. We both own pink hats supporting our team and we stand behind our husbands when their team is playing.

Despite the fact that our two teams are rivals, we managed to over look that and be friends.

I like Kristie because where I live it’s super easy for the women to be snobby. The million dollar homes on the golf course only a half mile down he road from both us have one unique quality…they have snobby ass wives that live there. You are judged by your job, income, hair, clothes, car…Yes, much like high school. Kristie IS NOT a snob at all.

What she is though…if friggin’ EVIL.

Because she loves me, she bought me a bottle of Aveeno Johnson’s Night Time Stress relieving lotion. It is sposta “MELT AWAY” the stress and help me sleep. When she gave me the present you could see the excitement in her eyes because she KNEW she had found me the fix all to my problems.
So far, the lotion isn’t working…but oddly enough, by doing the nightly ritual of putting the lotion on the skin, it made me start washing my face every day. I had forgotten how wonderful my face feels after a good cleaning.
I have hope that the lotion will work. If it doesn’t, at least my legs and arms are supple soft.

The other thing in the bag was a candle. The candle is a Banana Nut bread candle. I LOVES ME SOME REAL, HOMEMADE BANANA NUT BREAD! (blatant hint for someone to make me banana nut bread and send it to me)
I lit the candle that night and normally I am SUPER DUPER PARANOID about letting a candle burn when I am sleepy. God forbid I leave the candle burning and the house catches on fire. This one isn’t one of those high burning, loud, sparky ones.

After I lit the candle, I could already start smelling it. Oh yeah. Thissss issss niiiiccceeeeeeee.

Now when I call Kristie evil, this is what I’m talking about: The whole house smells like Banana Nut Bread. The poor kids think I have baked something.

Kara keeps walking around the house saying, “The house smells like graham crackers. Why does it smell like that?” and I just sit back and giggle.

The other evil part of the candles that I hadn’t thought about though…by putting it my room at night, I got the munchies something fierce around midnight last night.

Munchies went out of style mid 1990, yet there I was sneaking down the hallway like a stoned teenager looking for the box of Captain Crunch.

She’s evil…and I love that about her.