Razzle-Dazzle

Life is pretty darn joyful. But it is sometimes the little side items that add a little razzle-dazzle to my days. These are some of mine:

Burn Notice.This is one fine show. Mark and I just discovered it about a month ago (on USA). Season 2 is almost over, but we've been able to tivo and see most of both seasons. Smart writing. You might as well go watch reruns of bad 80's sitcoms if you don't love this show. It's no Golden Girls.

Lee Child's Jack Reacher NovelsJack is my man. These are some of favorite novels ever. Clever. Action. And one tough dude. These are the few books that I will buy in hardback because I refuse to wait to read them. When we met, Mark and I were both huge Clive Cussler fans; now we both agree that Jack Reacher is the Dirk Pitt of the new millennium.

Hershey Cookies & Mint
You can't find these anywhere. If you see them anywhere, pick me up a gross and I'll happily pay you for them. Mark (clearly my soul mate) has a thing for these chocolates too. We used to buy the bag of Cookies & Mint Nuggets and it would be our movie treat. Yes, we would eat the whole bag; I will not apologize for gluttony when it comes to these little treaters. Hershey seems to have rolled out some nasty mint chocolates that are not just a poor substitute, but pretty much inedible. Don't buy me those; I won't pay you a dime for them and you'll just be teasing me with the luscious memory of my cookies & mint chocolate.

So You Think You Can DanceThis show became one of my summer staples 3 years ago when it debuted. No one seemed to know about it then and I kept my SYTYCD crush on the down low. I even thought my dear husband would tease me for my show choice, but he ended up watching it with me, even while claiming it was a waste of time. He now actually admits to liking the show, so it has clearly grown on him. It has become quite the TV phenom, because everyone seems to watch it now. I am glad for it's increasing popularity because it means it won't disappear soon. Luv it. I think there is too much performer in me, coupled with too little natural talent. So You Think You Can Dance? Oh how I wish I could.

Sephora.If you went on the girls trip a couple weeks ago, you already know my love for the Sephora store. Seriously, it is just a playground for me. I hate department store makeup counters because they make me feel so conspicuous and unpolished. Not sure why; but it probably has something to do with my total aversion to salesmen of any type. Not so with Sephora. It is aisle after aisle of makeup that I can try on, along with all the tools I need (including makeup remover, for do-overs). A powdery, glittery, and shimmer-filled candyland of makeup. I am no glamazon, but I do love to play in the cosmetic sandbox that is Sephora.

Those are some of the bright, extraneous spots in my life. Yours??