I meant to blog about this yesterday while I was still wearing the inspiration, but I didn't have a chance. They say scent has the strongest memory recall...
I got to the office on Thursday morning, wearing what I felt was a cute outfit...my newest pair of jeans, orange girly shirt with a yellow tank top over it. Purple shoes. Taste the rainbow.
The day was starting out well. I'd walked down to get a Jamba Juice and I knew a friend would be stopping by to talk biz. I sat down in my chair (it's totally badass, it used to be Carl's but he hated it and thought it was tacky. It is, but that's why I like it).
Then I smelled something funky. I looked around, but I hadn't been a major slob lately. So I started the sniff test. Hair: lavender. Orange shirt: baby powder. Tank top: body splash. And then I arrived at the pants.
Good golly, did I spoon a German Shepherd last night in bed??!
I threw my knee within inches of Carl's handsome face and demanded that he confirm the essence of canine was stewing on my lower limbs.
It was true. Sexy.
I think this happens when clothes are still slightly damp when you take them out of the dryer. Either that or I need to stop washing my clothes with recycled water from the local doggie shelter.
We don't have any pets and this has made me want to stay within 50 yards of anything with a tail. But sometimes they remove the tails off of dogs and then their bums just wiggle when they're happy.
The end.
Labels: clothing, dogs, rant
