We had tickets to an Indianapolis Indians minor league baseball game the other night. It was fireworks night, and we knew it would be sold out. We parked a little farther away than usual, in the Circle Centre garage. As we got out of the car, my sweet wife said, “you’ve got the tickets, right?” I didn’t. She didn’t either. We knew we couldn’t just walk up and buy tix on fireworks night. So I said, (brace yourself) “so, let’s go shopping!” Naturally, Mrs. Nott was shocked. Shocked! But we went. In Nordstrom, she got some nice sterling earrings. I got some new cologne. A Nordstrom associate, hovering, asked what kind I usually used. Aramis, said I. “You have to try this!” she said. She sprayed something on my arm. Smoky, woody. “Chocolate!” she gushed. She was right. The brand is Angel Men from Thierry Mugler. Mrs. Nott is crazy about it. All I have to say is, “Men’s cologne that smells like chocolate! Why didn’t somebody think of this before?”:smack:
I’ll leave you to imagine the romantic frenzy that ensued.
