rhubarb

      You would think I was a big fan of tea what with the tea posts of late but lo, I am not. I try to be a fan though. It seems like such a nice thing to like. There are certain things I keep trying because I think to myself who wouldn't like that? Take for example baths. What could be better after a long day on one's feet? Hot water! Bubbles! Who doesn't like this? ME is who. I can't do it. Nope! And I finally figured that out. Every time I needed to warm up and relax I'd pop myself into a bath and think boy that sucked and then, before you'd know it, I'd find myself in a tub again. Now I know - three minutes in a bathtub and I feel like I'm stewing in my own juices. Wow. That sounds remarkably terrible.
      What else? Candles. Not a fan. Unless I was in some sort of old cathedral or medieval-y kind of place and there were pillars upon pillars of flame. That would be cool. I do like old fashioned Christmas candlelight services though. I guess it's hundreds of candles for me or none at all or ... something. Unless they're on a birthday cake. Geepers. This is starting to sound like one of those old grammar rules with several addendums - "i before e except after c or when sounded like a as in neighbour or weigh; and except seize and seizure and also leisure, weird, height, and either, forfeit, and neither." (The Complete Word Book by Mary A. DeVries [yeah but don't forget friend and heist and reign and codeine and beige and ....!])
      Hot chocolate. No thank you.
      Scrapbooking - pass.
      Hand lotion - hate it.
      Tea? Still trying. It has its moments and I remember liking the aforementioned Twinings when I was a kid. Oh! And London Fogs. They just plain old sound delicious.
      So what sort of person is this? This bath-loathing-candle-disdaining-hot-chocolate-spitting-scrap-scrapbooking-lotion-hucking-tea-trying Ogre of a Person. Well ....
      Puddles rock my world.
      Bubbles divorced from bathwater are seriously awesome.
      Maple syrup and waffles.
      Train rides.
      The word rhubarb.
      Rabbits with floppy ears. (Do you love me now? You can't be a terrible person and love rabbits.)
      Ping pong. In fact I used to have my own paddle stored under the front seat of my car in case I happened upon a game a paddle short. (I also travelled with bubbles. You never know, right?)
      In closing, please accept me, because I'm never having a bath again and I don't want to be lonely.