Aston Martins and Martinis?

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A small box arrived in the mail from a Tuscan store. I thought this was bizarre as I hadn’t ordered anything.
Things got even stranger when I opened it.
The numbers 007 were printed discreetly on the outside.
I carefully unfolded the top, and inside was the nastiest smelling candle I’ve ever smelled. I hadn’t ordered it, George had to have ordered it, which now sent things spinning into the twilight zone. George HATES scented candles and never misses an opportunity to complain about the ones I have strategically placed around the house. I looked at the receipt. $40.00!! The man who hates scented candles spent $40.00 on one!! I feel guilty if I spend more than $10.00 on one. I looked at the description and it all made sense. This nasty smelling candle was advertised as smelling like “the inside of an Aston Martin and a martini.” It was called the James Bond candle. That’s my lovey, living in his Martini-swilling Aston Martin James Bond world. While I sit here in my warm vanilla chocolate chip cookie dough world. It’s quite a mixing of fantasy lands here in New Orleans. (See wedding photo above)

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Marci Darling

I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always. Welcome to my World.

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