I decided two weeks ago that I need to take better care of my skin, mainly by washing my face at night before going to bed. Yes, I'm terrible at being a gay man. Anyway, confronted at the grocery store by a bewildering variety of products, all of which seemed overly ... girly, I spied and purchased a vaguely-familiar blue jar: Noxzema.
My mother used Noxzema all her life, and she had beautiful skin. Plus, it has eucalyptus, which smells funky, tastes interesting, and feeds koalas. It comes now in plastic jars instead of the deep-blue glass jars I remember, but the feel and smell are the same. Opening the jar brought back a lot of memories of my mother.
My skin ... (rubrubrub) ... feels amazing.
I'm also reviewing some life insurance policies this weekend (I figure I need something to pay for getting my corpse back to Maryland, and to give Andy a little sumthin-sumthin for putting up with me all these years- but dang, it gets expensive when you're in your 40s!) and I bought my first stock ever this week (10 shares in Activision-Blizzard!)
I also just ordered a coupon organizer.
Transformation into middle-aged housewife: 83% complete.