As we were stepping out the door for a Christmas party, I realized that I forgot to put on perfume. I didn't want to go upstairs again, especially in my sexy and highly impractical black pumps, so I asked my husband to sniff me.
"Do I smell OK?"
Long pause.
"You smell like Mommy."
So I went upstairs to put on perfume.
I'm still gonna breastfeed Meat Ball for as long as I want, even though I smell like a dairy farm.
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