First mow of the season
It is always enjoyable, though not always easy. This year I didn’t wait for the new air filter to arrive so mowing the backyard was drama free. And now I ache like I’ve been raped by the hungarian militia.
New kitchen cabinets arrive in a couple weeks. That should make me feel like I have given breech birth to a flaming porcupine whilst juggling a running chainsaw, a medicine ball, and an angry honey badger.
I managed to smack my arm with something, I don’t remember what,so now I have a bruise on top of my left forearm. The bruise is shaped a little like a tornado. I don’t know why.
I work very hard to have no smell all year round, not just in deer season. So finding a bunch of end of season scent free soap on clearance at walmart was handy. I work with Japanese regularly, and some of them have an aversion to strong perfumes and deodorants, so I’m mostly trying not to be rude. Meanwhile I work with women daily who have worn the same perfume for so long that they have to wear a bucket of it to smell it on themselves.
You come up with the most entertaining imagery.
That’s not perfume, that’s marinade. Thank you for working to be scent free. I have no idea why people put so much effort into smelling like something. Lack of BO is plenty nice.
That’s why I have 2 or 3 different colognes around – use the same one all of the time, you don’t smell it anymore, have to up the dose, repeat, repeat. Like the person in a reeking house who no longer notices that it reeks. Switch off, no trouble.
Scent free soap? I usually call it Ivory. A couple of months ago, I got some olive oil soap bars from the vegetable market on US 30 and Taft. Scent free, almost, not greasy like I pictured, and doesn’t dry out the skin to where it flakes like Ivory does, though the more I use the bar, the more I need to rub it in the wash rag to get a good lather. And it doesn’t turn to mush if accidentally left in a tray of water like Ivory does, either.