notable quotable for the week:
(Tuesday evening)
Mr. W. (as he's hugging me): MMmmmm... you don't smell like Sunday.
Me: That's because it's not Sunday. It's Tuesday. Today, I smell like Tuesday. (which, apparently, is noticeably less perfume-y and clean, and more robustly smoky and campfire-ish)
3 comments:
Welcome home Mr. W. Everybody is glad you're back. You were noticably absent last week. And smoky and campfire-ish isn't that bad at all!)
Guess we can't smell like Sunday all the time. Uncle David was out shoveling on Monday and when he came into the house, he smelled like the fresh outdoors--love that smell. Especially when I can hang clothes on the line and get that fresh outdoor smell. It's nice to be hugged, too.
I can relate, lots of smoke here.
Post a Comment