Living in the present with an appreciation for the past.
19 August 2005
I must get some new soap. The deodorant soap bar that has been in the bathroom for the past week reminds me of man-sweat. Now, before you say "Ewww!", that isn't necessarily a bad thing. When ABM comes in from mowing the lawn smelling of this soap and hard work, all I want to do is jump his bones. It smells great on him. On me, it is not a ladylike aroma. Unfortunately, I am completely out of my magnolia-scented body wash. Time to call my Avon Lady!