Meeting Your Requirements

The other day, someone said, “Every time I smell this, I think of you.” At the time I thought it was really cute, but the more I think about it, the more it kinda sounds stalkerish. (They were talking about my perfume, and not rotten bananas or something like that.) But it also made me think about all different products I have that have different smells, and so for someone to pick out my perfume is quite funny, or so I think.

First of all my clothes are washed using a fragrance called “Mountain Breeze” I am not really sure what that is suppose to smell like, but when I close my eyes and smell my clothes, I don’t really think about the mountains. The fabric softener is “Sunshine Fresh” which, again, I don’t really know what the sun smells like, but I think it just cancelled out all the “Mountain Breeze”.

Next, I have Raspberry Almond body wash, which doesn’t really smell like raspberries or almonds. In fact, it isn’t even red. I have coconut shampoo, which I really like the smell of, but then I use my cocoa conditioner which doesn’t smell like much, and definitely not chocolate like I hoped for. I have this mango stuff that I put in my hair, and hairspray, that just smells like hairspray.

My face cream smells like roses, and my other lotion smells like cherries, and the hand cream I have at work is vanilla. And finally, I have my grapefruit perfume.

This is just a normal day of scents that I put on. I am like a whole fruit basket of fragrance. Obviously, the combination seems to work well together, but what happens if I change one of the products? I guess I buy stuff on individual scent, and not how it would work in my mishmash of aromas. All right, I will stop waxing poetic about all the fragrances I have in my arsenal.

I am relatively happy. Thanks to Flick who is a joy to live with even if we are just falling asleep on the couch watching a movie or laughing over cheesy magazines. I never mind coming home. To Jenny, who desperately needs to just move her bed to our house. Thanks for all the late night shopping, cake eating, “trivia” knowledge and fun laughs.

Here’s to Thursday. Who cares what we do this weekend, just that I am with you.

Miss you. Love you, at least on paper I do.