it’s coming from my place.

As I mentioned the other day, in the last few months, I seem to be having some sort of…thing…with peppermint. It happened slowly enough, almost without my noticing. But then, as I looked more closely, I realized that the crisp-and-clean-and-no-caffeine scent of Peppermint is positively everywhere I turn. It can’t be an accident. Lemme show you.

~I’m drinking it for breakfast and sometimes before bed–luscious soothing peppermint tea with an itty bitty–ok sometimes huge–spoonful of honey. Ummmm….

~Starlight mints and peppermint balls are in the candy jar on the shelf–where I can get at ‘em quick and easy on my way out the door. That’s very important.

~Apparently, I need candy cane flavor on my lips too…you know…just in case. Baahahaa!

~I’m quite fond of washing my grubby little mitts with Winter Peppermint hand soap. Oooh…chilly.

~Then, before bed, my tootsies get the full treatment–Peppermint lotion with essential oils–which makes it that much more cool. La-te-da.

All I know is that it makes my toes all tingly and smells divine. Yes, that’s what I said.

~Cleaned out my purse yesterday and to my utter horror, there was a huge, mysterious pile of peppermint taffy just kicking around. Now, how did THAT get in there?

Shameful.

Sheesh.

~Lastly, I should mention the annual hording of the “after Christmas” discounted candy canes. Because as everyone knows, you just can’t have too many candy canes…especially when they’re ten cents a box.

At least, I don’t think you can.

I have 4 cases in the storage room, so I should know.

They’re sitting next to the Costco size box of Peppermint Patties.

Whaat?

I’m holding them for a friend…I swear.

                                                 Counseling might just be in order.