The other night Dave and I did some spur of the moment Christmas shopping and Cosi consuming.  It was a pretty nice night all around...I must say.  

When I got back into the car Dave had put a bag on my seat for me and this is what I found:  

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I'm lame.....Do you feel the suspense?

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If you don't already know I'm obsessed with the smell of burning wood.  That classic down home on the farm...out in the country smell of a wood burning.  It makes me feel all kinds of wonderful things.  I also am completely lacking any semblance of writing skills today.  My list of acceptable vocabulary words must be short this week....and now I'm not even making sense to myself let alone anyone else.  Back to the point!  Dave bought me this candle.  It doesn't smell exactly like firewood it smells a bit more like Firewood+Aromatherapy=Lindso takes big breaths from the wonderful smell and passes out due to lack of oxygen.  That is a horrible math problem.  

Regardless we got home and I tore open my candle and lit it.  Dave came upstairs and told me the candle wasn't close enough to me.  Well husbando...it was an expensive candle if I can't smell it from 5 feet away...I'm taaaakin it back.  So he disregards and moves it close enough to singe my hair.  If there's something I like more than the smell of burning firewood...It's the smell of burning hair (ewew).  There I am again...off the topic.  So my candle is near me I'm curled up in bed reading a good book and my wonderful husband with the personal qualities I don't feel quite ready to gush about online...comes in with a mug of homemade hot chocolate.  It was suuuuch a good night.