Shelly B Posted May 8, 2009 Share Posted May 8, 2009 Ok ya'll- There is no good reason to be this chipper. I don't feel great, had a staff issue at the office, and it's a grey/windy day. So - it's as good a reason as any to crack open the box of LP goodies in the Post Office parking lot - and slather on the Woozy Floozy. It's a nice controlled test. I feel cranky and there's no particular reason to be perking up. And there is not one teeny tiny drop of red wine or a silly girlfriend to influence my feelings. But I am highly sensitive to self effects from Pheros - just another reason why True Confessions is a terrible phero for me. Anywhoo- no joke - 5 minutes after slathering it on - I'm in a never ending line at the Starbucks waiting to order my caffeinated beverage of choice - when I realize I'm bopping in my seat, singing at the top of my lungs - a song - well - I don't even like that song. I find this funny. Rather than just a sardonic grin - I catch myself giggling. Out loud. To myself. ?WTF? The air is on recirculation in the car - so I don't know if the phero cloud was just washing over me making me stupid - but it was the most fun run to Sbux I have ever had. The guy left his window open and just chatted my ear off smiling while he waited for someone to bring my drink - also not something he ever does - I know - I'm there all the stinkin' time. I titrate to a very highly caffeinated level. :-) I'm trying to get a "squeeze in" appointment at the salon this afternoon - will have to reapply right before I go in - and see what it does. My colorist is funny and my designer is very serious - so will be interested in their reactions to the WF. I guess the best way to describe the feeling is squirrelly. I don't know if this is an actual adjective used in all parts of the US - but in my family of origin - it's the term for what happens when both my mother and I - typically sleep deprived, crawl into a bed and get to laughing together until we are both crying. Sometime my mom even wets her pants. The brother/father/husband all run from this phenomena and hide in the basement television room - shaking their male heads - muttering imprecations about fleeing from squirrelly women. Woozy Floozy = Squirrelly. If you are even a remotely positive person and you enjoy perking up those around you - I suspect WF should be a standing part of the arsenal. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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