Friday, February 15, 2008
I think my perfume must be defective
I hardly ever wear perfume. But I figured yesterday that since it was Valentine’s Day, I might as well wear it. Husband walked in the door, and smiled at me, saying: “Something smells good in here!” I grinned, pleased that he noticed my perfume. “I know what it is,” he said. He pauses, and I smile, waiting for his answer. “You made Texas toast!” Nope, I sure didn’t. I frown, and then he sniffs the air again. He smiled again, looking at me, and said, “Wait…it’s not that. It’s microwave popcorn!” Wrong again. I think Husband should get his money back on the perfume he bought me for Christmas. Or maybe I should switch from Ralph Lauren to Orville Redenbacher. It would be much cheaper - and tastier, too!