She Missed Her Calling

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 | comments (2)
Me (entering car): Hey, baby!

Kisses. We drive away.

C (sniffing in my general direction): I smell . . .

Me: What?

C: Mustard.

Me: (Blank stare.)

C: Or hotdogs, maybe?

Me: (Head shaking in wonderment.)

C: Have you had something with mustard on it?

Me: I had a turkey sandwich with mustard on it . . . five hours ago.

And, just for the record, I had brushed my teeth since then. And washed my hands. I know a man shouldn't make comments like this about his wife, but sometimes C exhibits characteristics that resemble a Beagle. Which is to say, C's got a sensitive nose. She would make a great sommelier.

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Erica is exactly the same. She has what I call to call "Ghost Nose" as she seems to smell things that can't possibly exist.

Posted by Patrick on Aug 08, 2007 at 9:36:54 AM
That's a great name for it! :-)

Posted by Rothko on Aug 08, 2007 at 3:46:45 PM
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