...because that's what I really want.

I love the smell of cinnamon.

Cinnamon gum. Cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon candles. Cinnamon husbands...you name it, I love it. Heck if I could marry it, I would! The smell that is....I already have a husband. He doesn't smell like cinnamon, but he has other qualities that make up for what he lacks.

Poor Hubs.

So as you can imagine, I like my house to smell like cinnamon. There are many ways to go about accomplishing that goal.

Making the c-rolls. Boiling a cinnamon concoction all day on the stove. Air-sprays. Plug-ins. Oils. Candles.

But today, my friends, I have discovered, quite by accident, another way of filling your home with that amazing aroma. Okay, so I can't take full credit for this discovery. Nope, my 4 year old and his Spidey-Build-a-Bear should get most of the credit.

All I did was light my bright, red cinnamon candle and put it in my archway and let it burn for about 2 hours.

Briggy then decided that it was time for Spidey to learn how to fly...minutes before we had to walk out the door.

Let me tell you....Spidey is a natural. He was doing an amazing job of flying until that dang candle got in the way. So Spidey decided to knock it over. All over....my light colored living room carpet.

Now the cinnamon smell and red stains remain on my carpet...and on my hands, my knees, half a roll of paper towels, 25+ lunch bags, my iron, and my rocking chair.

Needless to say, I am in HEAVEN!!!!

Toenail Ban

I think that we should ban toenails.

No, I'm serious. They can hurt people. No, like really hurt people.

I would know. I have a scar from a toenail gone mad.

So there I was, sitting on the couch, minding my own business, watching the newest episode of "The Love Boat." I loved that show, by the way.

Well, it was getting to the good part when two of my older sisters started to wrestle on the other end of the couch. You know, nothing out of the ordinary.

Then her sock came off leaving the nail fully exposed. The next thing I know I feel a sharp pain on the backside of my hand. And then blood. Red hot burning blood.

After much time and lots of Neosporin, it healed. And scarred. But that sucker hurt like nobody's business.

And so I am now passing around a petition for all interested parties to sign, and lobbying for any who will listen,  requesting that we ban toenails. Or at least limit the length to which one can grow them, inalienable right or not. Because if it can save just one person's hand, then it is worth it!

Anyone with me??