Today has been an interesting day.
|Such a pretty sunrise today.|
We’re getting back into the swing of things after the girls have been out of school for their two-week spring break. The morning didn’t flow… Vivi was mad because, “I don’t want to go to school,” and Lila was adamant that we had her dressed in the wrong uniform. “You’re wrong. You will see!”
(We were right. It was pink for her and white for Vivi.)
At work, it was the normal chaos but a fella I work with was walking in the hallway outside of my office, a main thoroughfare, and he asked, “Do you smell that? It smells… sour? Like urine? Or something foul? … it’s almost like B.O.? Do you smell it?”
Um, No. I didn’t.
This exchange obviously made me wonder if I’m the one who stinks. But, it’s still early in the day and I am confident that my sulfate/paraben/fragrance-free deodorant is still doing the trick.
I leave him to ponder the B.O. smell outside of my office and I get back to work.
He walks by about a half an hour later and this time sticks his nose in my half-closed office door.
“It’s in here. The smell is in here!”
Like he just won the lottery!
“You think my office smells like B.O.?”
It was my candle. Apparently to him it smelled like B.O.
Then later in the day I wanted a piece of chocolate. I don’t have chocolate in my office, because, well, I’d eat it.
I asked around, “Anyone have a piece of chocolate?”
Another guy I work with, who I had not offended with my alleged B.O. candle said, “Yes! I have a chocolate with cherry in it — I don’t like cherries in chocolate. I wasn’t going to eat.”
He opens his desk drawer and hands me a single-wrapped chocolate-covered cherry in syrup…
My Mom’s favorite.
Sigh. I just can’t help but smile today.
She’s always with me.
And I think she laughed at the B.O. candle thing, too.