Hyatt Hotels have an ad in the New Yorker, promoting their spa-like offerings. It is a cartoon panel ad showing a woman at the airport with bath care bottles that won’t fit in a plastic bag and discovering, to her delight, that her Hyatt Room provides them. The ad is merging spa with amenities to create the word Spamenities, which is in a script font  in a cartoon panel.

I’m so very sorry, ad people, but what I saw was Spam; it leaped out at me. I did not realize it was an ad at first, I thought it was a real cartoon, poking fun at various skincare products.  Now I see that I  had erred, but I am now thinking, “Well, gee, I’ve seen articles about 29 uses for WD-40 and 65 uses for baking soda” . . . and you get the idea.

I have a yellow hat that says SPAM and a tee-shirt as well, courtesy of LZP, but I think having SPAM on my face is a little iffy – a little too far on the trendy curve for me.

It is about 3 in the morning and after falling asleep reading fairly early in the evening, I  awoke at 1:30 to discover I could not get back to sleep. so I got up and cleaned the kitchen, not thoroughly, but to a greater degree than it had been. My hands now smell like cleansers, not exactly a perfume, but better than they did before. I guess they are “kitchen clean” hands as opposed to “scented soap” hands.

I like the smell of clean hands; I always have. I remember when I was a little girl and being tucked in bed, my father’s hands were always freshly scrubbed ans smelled so comforting. Shane’s paws smell a little different, but that’s okay, I’m a big girl now.

I’m going back to bed – not going to stay up and have an incredibly early start to the day. We’ll just call this practice for true Monday.