
I love smelly candles. My favorites are Yankee Candles. When we go on furlough every other summer I love to go in and fill up a sampler pack with yummy smelling candles. Granted, if I stay in there too long I get a headache from all the smells, but that is probably a good thing. I like to get different smells for different seasons. I almost always run out though, between furloughs.
Thankfully, Ikea has a small selection of scented candles, and they are pretty cheap. I love to buy a big pack of the tea lights because I feel like I can burn them every day. We burn a candle at the table every morning during breakfast; the kids practically won’t start eating until the lamp is lit.
No kidding.
No really, I’m not joking, so stop your dang laughing.
I don’t know what it is about candles that I like. Maybe it’s that they remind me of Dracula.
On my work desk, I have four candles (one large candle and three tea lights). If I know I am going to be working there for a considerable stretch of time (which is not always the case, because I don’t work that much, actually) I will light the candles, brew some tea and put on some nice piano or classical guitar music. I find that puts me in just the right mood to write all those stinging emails to those folk I consider my bitterest enemies.
I do fear, though, that I have given you the wrong impression about my feelings concerning candles. I really do like them. I’m not your typical “guy” that way, you know.
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