So, because of my Sjogren's, I have a really lousy sense of smell. My daughters will occasionally make remarks about this in public, very loudly, in the presence of strangers.
"Mom? You really aren't smelling well today." Snicker.
Grrrrr....Why, I oughta........
Kids.
But I DON'T smell well. Choose a Yankee candle? No way. Catch a whiff of the cookies burning in the oven? Not a chance. Kitty boxes pass the ewwww test? Can't do it.
A month ago, John came home from work and immediately ran to our gas stove. I had accidently bumped one of the burner controls without igniting it, and so was unknowingly sitting in a cloud of natural gas.
Delightful.
I don't want to think about what could have happened if John hadn't come home. I probably would have guessed something was amiss just before I passed out, but you never can count on these things.
There are days when I can't scrape together enough energy to shower, and on those days I really don't smell well. The furtive sniff under the armpit maneuver is useless. Which means I just add an extra spritz of perfume.
And guys, I don't want to know if that extra spritz isn't doing the job. I mean it.
Seriously.
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