Granola

It's where I strongly fear I'm heading. Usually I'm just a step away from granola, birkenstock, partial hippy territory but a few days ago I decided to dive right in. I'd been reading about/ hearing about the dangers of aluminum based anti-perspirants (apparently they cause Alzheimer's and breast cancer)and decided that it was high time I made the transition to all natural deodorant. I settled on a bottle of lavender scented Tom's at the local Long's Drugs then merrily made my way home and to an Alzheimer's free future.

I tried it for the first time last night. I was headed to da club to get my dance on. Soon I spotted a guy who was damn fine with impeccable stlye to boot. We made eyes, we danced, he bought me a drink, we flirted, he touched my lower back, numbers were exchanged and I went home happily anticipating his call. Overall, a good night.

But yall, I was FUNKY. That Tom's didn't do a damn thing and as soon as the "I'm the hottest thing in here" club-induced haze wore off, I started smelling myself. And then... the female doubting kicked in a la "OMG did he SMELL me?" The thought stayed with me until I got home and was still in the back of my mind today as I went about my business without having a missed call or text from ole boy.

Long after I decided to chuck the Tom's in favor of good old Secret strength, I finally got a call that assuaged my doubts. But this little episode proved to me that the hippy in me will always bow to the Atl girl whose mama told her that funk is never ok.

elephant paints self-potrait

Who knows what went into teaching this elephant to do this but it's pretty neat nonetheless

The saddest thing I've seen in awhile...

...is the "inspirational note" on the inside of an individual Dove chocolate that I just ate.

"Chocolate Always Loves You Back"