i can smell it from here

smells are a powerful thing. for good or for bad. i think you know what i'm talking about.

a few days ago i had a pleasant encounter with a smell from the past. jeff and i were out on a date…at the mall. he loves it when i drag him with me to run an errand that i'd prefer not to bring 4 children along. anyhow, we were walking past the perfume counter and a particular bottle caught my eye. one that i hadn't seen for a decade. i stopped, looked at it, and it instantly took me back to Spain. i grabbed it, sprayed a little on my wrist, and breathed in deeply. i imagined myself on preparation day walking past Corte Ingles (a huge european department store). my companion and I would duck inside and take a look around. we'd walk by the perfume counter and i'd always find that same perfume and spray it in my general direction. it made me happy. especially after a long day of walking or not feeling very attractive in my worn out shoes and tattered hem line. it was just the right dose of pick me up that i needed.

another day this week, i was looking through some photos of a trip to the mountains. just by glancing at them, i breathed in a different smell. pine. clean. fresh. cool. air. there simply is nothing like mountain air to make me feel alive.

then there was tonight. i was standing in the kitchen when i got a whiff of something putrid. oh dear. what in the world is that and more importantly who is it coming from? ughh…i won't rat anyone out but it is very clear to me that we have 4 males in this household and they sure know how to mark their territory.

and all i could think is i should have bought me some of that perfume. because it sure would come in handy right about now. 😉