Midnight Cove?

I went to the local Paper Store to get M his Valentine's Day gift and cards. Yes, I did get him Heartley the bear, complete with him hugging a big red heart and saying, "Hug me, squeeze me, love me." I've been having a Yankee Candle jones for a few days, and I was sniffing all the candles when I came across one called Midnight Cove. It's sort of dryer sheet-smelling and a gorgeous shade of blue that would go with my light-and-dark blue kitchen very well. I was thinkin' about ponying up the $22 for the big jar, but I decided to buy some potpourri tarts instead. I'm burning it now, and while it smells good, like many of their candles, it's a bit strong. Yes, I realize these two revelations make me a big, sappy girl.

So M made us turkey kielbasa and beans for dinner (didn't know we were rooting for Pittsburgh in the Super Bowl), and then we watched the Oprah Chappelle interview we had taped. We both agree he came across as a paranoid, whiny baby. He talked about how people around him were saying he was not well mentally and should take antipsychotics. I mean, I know there's that expression, "just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you," but COME ON. He started talking about how he would only come back to his show IF this and that happened and he could give the DVD profits to charity. Oprah had to talk him down a bit about making grandiose statements on national television. I don't know, the show is still brilliant, but I don't exactly have a good taste in my mouth after watching that, knowwhatImean?