Our Many Smells
My huband often asks me why I smell like a certain fruit, or dessert. I have yet to answer him truthfully...because I know that it is just the shampoo I use, not some magical scent that I produce from my orafices.
Last night:
Him: Why do you smell like strawberry shortcake?
Me: I don't know [lie]
Him: Really, you smell like Strawberry Shortcake. We'll have to dye your hair red and put a little bonnet on you.
Me: Weirdo.
So this morning I attempted to oblige him with the same compliment, though I am doubtful I got it right.
This morning:
Me: Why do you smell like cabbage and tomatoes?
Him: I don't smell like cabbage and tomatoes...
Me: Yes you do, you smell like cabbage with stewed tomatoes.
Him: No I don't.
Me: You smell like the type of food that old people eat to stay regular.
Him: That's awful. Why do I smell like that?
Me: I don't know...maybe you need to ask yourself that question...
Dedicated to The Dead Milkmen.
posted by Kassi Gilbert @ 10:29 AM
4 Comments:
LOL - cabbage and tomatoes? Gross.
Reminds me of "Waking Ned Devine," what with all the "fruity soaps" (though she could still smell the pig on him).
MEAN GIRL - does he read your blog? 'Cause if he does, the jig is up!
Kelly, I'm off to find a grapefruit bath I can soak in daily - ooh, maybe I can find a grapefruit air-freshner that I can wear around my neck too - I'd like to be 30 again...
I know I'm mean. He reads my blog every day, he laughed at this one.
As for the grapefruit theory, I have a whole bag of them in the fridge, I'll be saving the peels for my own blend of perfume...
HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HA HA! I laughed through that one. love it!
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