You smell like...

Scott went for a motorcycle ride last night with our neighbor Branden. Tiffani and I tease them that their bikes are "the other women!" Scott's is named Jezebel and Branden's is Scarlet (for the letter, not O'Hara). I mean, they are all shiny and make grown men drool when they see them! We secretly (or vocally) think they are more in love with their bikes than us, but apparently it is pure infatuation! Maybe it will pass, but I don't think so!

So, the boys went cruising with their mistresses. When Scott came home he bent over to kiss me... mind you he had been wearing a helmet and it was warm... and I told him he smelled like rust and sweat! Not a great combo! By the way, I am not loving the fact that I can smell everything 100x's better that I could 4 months ago! So, the sweet guy he is, he washed his face with Cetaphyl and came back to kiss me.

He leaned over and as he was getting closer I whispered... "now you smell like FDS!"

Poor guy, he just can't win!