The secret lives of words

The scent of my new shampoo and conditioner is "Gushing Springs." "Gushing" is one of those words that just sounds dirty, but it isn't. Like kumquat or pedometer.

And what do gushing springs smell like? Vaguely of watermelons, but not so sweet. Who knew?

Also this morning, I had An Idea while in the shower - where I often do (or taking a walk, or in the grocery line or anywhere else it's inconvienient to write stuff down) - but this time, I would not be thwarted. I dashed around the drafty upstairs, looking for a pen and paper (where did the set go in my nightstand?!), freezing my soaking wet ass off. But I got it written down, dammit.

On the back of an envelope.

In eyeliner.

But The Idea didn't get away, as they too often do.

Ha!