The Right Scent

I fancy myself a perfume connoisseur. I have just the right scent for every occasion. On Saturday I was stopped by a burnt-out ex-hippie whilst excavating in a charity shop, and he asked me what perfume I was wearing. I told him "Euphoria by Calvin Klein" he said "I'll have to remember that, it's so good, it definitely has a cannabis smell to it." See? I chose the perfect scent to take him fondly back to his youth, legally. Luckily for me, I have no previous experience with cannabis, so the perfume reminds me of more healthfully induced forms of euphoria.

Oh, and I never wear a sent that smells like food. I wish to be exotic, like an orchid. Not mom's homemade apple pie.

Meet the Bombshell

Okay, so maybe I'm not so explosive as I used to be. Now I'm more of a almost 25, slightly overweight, one-time bombshell so unspeakably fatal my stilettos couldn't keep up with me. Really. Then came marriage and birth control and my Marilyn turned to Bette Midler overnight. Sigh. But I'm working on it occasionally.

I never thought I'd be the type of person to keep a blog, but I want to be a writer when I grow up and all the girls I know who are writers have sassy blogs. I guess one could call it peer pressure. . .