Crabtree and Evelyn has discontinued my very favouritest body lotion in the whole entire world. I can't use stuff that's too greasy or I just end up needing to wash it off - I can't even go near body butter just because of the name - and I can't use stuff that's too strongly scented because it gives me a headache, but I like a faint pleasant scent. This lotion was perfect - soothing but not gloppy, with a really nice light scent. The salesperson at the C&E said a bunch of people had been asking for it and it was always extremely popular, which makes the whole thing perplexing as well as annoying. I bought this instead, and it's okay, but slightly heavier, and the scent is nice enough but kind of disappears as soon as I walk out of the bathroom, plus Eve hates lemons so I keep thinking I'm going to be repulsive to her while wearing it. And yes, I am aware that this is the Firstest of First World Problems.
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I also feel like we've attracted some kind of financial evil eye curse thing. A month or so ago we got a flurry of notices from Revenue Canada saying we owed a huge amount of money. They also seemed to think that we hadn't filed tax returns for the last five years, which isn't true, so it will probably get sorted out in time. Then, last Saturday when I was at the comedy club, at some point between my paying for my ticket downstairs (with my credit card) and paying for my drinks upstairs, someone used my credit card for an internet purchase of a $1500 microscope. Visa has to open an investigation, and it will probably be sorted out, in time. This means I have to be patient and unhysterical and accept that the problem is not instantly fixable, which I am bad at.
On the other hand, the fact that there's $1500 dollars on our credit card that we didn't spend doesn't mean we can't buy our kids Christmas presents. And the house across the street from us caught on fire on Monday night and is probably a write-off, while I am still sitting in my own kitchen, which is messy but unburned. And I have friends with cancer. So I am aware that, in the grand scheme of things, these are small problems.
Small problems that would seem even smaller if I smelled faintly of lavender and goat milk. Dammit.