Sunday, January 13, 2008
A few weeks ago Joel and I were enjoying a leisurely morning. He was enjoying some tea, and I, a tangerine. Joel then leans over--and here it comes--a great compliment, I'm thinking--and says "Your breath is like a mixture between that tangerine and the potpourri spray in the bathroom". Nope, no compliment here. We both think the spray in the bathroom smells nasty.