Pages

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Now THAT'S an Unpleasant Smell!

The girls were in the shower this evening and sent Hillary, dripping, out to find me. It seems they had no body wash or shampoo to use, so I went to another bathroom and grabbed travel-size bottles of each for them. They were not enamored of the scent of the body wash, which was a hotel mini-bottle--probably titled something faux French, like "oatmeale et lavendre" or some strange food/plant mixture meant to pass as high-end odeur.

In any case, the girls called the smell "wretched." I asked what they meant by "wretched."

"Well," said Abigail, "it smells like a mixture of fried onions, mushrooms, and burnt toast."

Mmmm--lather up, everybody!

No comments:

Post a Comment