Sometimes I feel badly that my job doesn't lend itself to more benefits for Scott, at least as much as his does for me. I'm always the happy beneficiary to the coolness of his job.

For instance? This week we are going to go see Lucero, a band with a lead singer who, as evidenced when we saw him live last summer, prompts young, Southern women to extemporaneously announce, "I'm looking good tonight for Bay-ehn," without a stitch of sarcasm. She really was dressed for Ben. I didn't, quite honestly, think it could get better this week than going to see Lucero, but it has.

After getting out of a meeting this afternoon, I was greeted by an IM from Scott, informing me that a coworker of his gave him a jar of this stuff as an offering for being late on something Web-related.

"You can give it to your girlfriend," the editor reportedly said, handing it over to my befuddled boyfriend.

I'm sure that for Scott, being given $50-worth of spa product for me doesn't really balance out as much as he'd like in his favor, but believe you me - it's just one more thing that makes me even more supportive of his workaholic tendencies, which really aren't outrageous, just the mark of someone who never, ever does anything even remotely half-assed.

So I say, "Work till 8:30 p.m., baby! Just don't forget the pore-minimizer!"

Posted by Erin at 06:49 PM | filed under: Odds and ends