Mop It Up, I'll Take It
Apparently floor cleaner makes me horny.
I know. I'll give you a minute to laugh at that statement and let it sink in before we continue.
(Jeopardy music playing...done? Good.)
Lately I seem to be paying special attention to the scents of my surroundings. My latest, (and currently favorite) Fall fragrance drives me wild each and every time I spritz it on my person.
My morning walk has been interrupted to the point where I must depart from my apartment a few minutes early each workday morning so that I have enough time to stand at the water's edge and inhale the breeze coming from Lake Erie. The air reminds me of a Seaspray sachet I occasionally picked up while I lived in Chicago.
And to top it all off, upon my entrance to the building at work this morning, I inhaled deeply and asked no one in particular, "What is that heavenly scent?"
"Floor cleaner. I just mopped."
I know. I'll give you a minute to laugh at that statement and let it sink in before we continue.
(Jeopardy music playing...done? Good.)
Lately I seem to be paying special attention to the scents of my surroundings. My latest, (and currently favorite) Fall fragrance drives me wild each and every time I spritz it on my person.
My morning walk has been interrupted to the point where I must depart from my apartment a few minutes early each workday morning so that I have enough time to stand at the water's edge and inhale the breeze coming from Lake Erie. The air reminds me of a Seaspray sachet I occasionally picked up while I lived in Chicago.
And to top it all off, upon my entrance to the building at work this morning, I inhaled deeply and asked no one in particular, "What is that heavenly scent?"
"Floor cleaner. I just mopped."
I used to know some folks who liked to sniff floor cleaner too.
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