Smells

I have recently been alerted to the fact that I smell like things that I havn't even been around for at least a week.

First of all, who tells people that? That's just rude.

Secondly, is that even possible? I mean, at least once every day I stand naked under a stream of warm water and rub soap all over my body to clense myself (ie; showers) and afterwards I smell like a daisy, that just took a shower and rubbed itself with soap.

Seriously, there is no way that a smell can last a week when you have showered at least seven times since you were exposed to said smell maker...unless we're talkin' about that episode of Seinfeld where that guy with the B.O. parks Jerry's car and it stinks even after getting professionally cleaned. But that smell was the beast.

I was accused of smelling like coffee and cigarettes. I mean yeah, I was drinking a coffee at the time, but the smell accuser took a whiff of my forearm. That stuff aint coming out of my pores now is it?

Okay, you might be saying, "But Pat, coffee smells good to most people, why are you worrying?"

Because! Thats why!

No one likes it when they are told they smell, unless the word following "You smell" is good. Read that one twice, I kind of worded it weird, but this is my blog, I'm not going back to change it.

To close, don't tell me I smell. Instead, tell me about how my shirts and or hats really bring out the blue in my eyes.