My dear wife is many things. College-educated, tech guru, great cook, runner of 5K races and mother extraordinaire. All of those are things that I have become familiar with and am used to.
But now I find myself listening to her as she spouts off entirely new things to me, words like “campaign” and “samples” and “brochures.”
My dear bride has become an Avon lady.
As a bit of a backdrop to my story, you should know that I have a long and emotionally complicated relationship with Avon. My grandmother and my mother were Avon ladies as well. My grandmother was somewhat of an Avon legend, always in the President’s Club. My mother, though, was a collector of all things Avon.
In other words, our house was filled with approximately 10 million (give or take) designer bottles, knickknacks, curios, etc., and come housecleaning day, each of those items had to be removed from their shelves, the shelves had to be dusted and the items had to be put back.