Come Sniff Me

Seriously. I smell so damn amazing, I'm ready to throw off my clothes and rub my scent all over everything!

Okay, I'm kidding. Sort of.

As we all know, I'm sort of a creature of habit. I've been wearing the same three perfumes for the past 10 years. My body chemistry reacts funny with fragrances, and they never seem to smell quite as good on me as they do in the bottle. Sometimes, it's downright nasty.

Not this time. Ooooohhhhh. Not this time.

I kept sniffing my own sweater today and got four--count 'em, FOUR!--compliments from my co-workers on how good I smelled. And it wasn't just because they saw me sniffing myself.

I got a few purse-size bottles of perfume from Estee Lauder (courtesy of the hubby, who was trying to cheer me up after a particularly bad day last week). He got me Pure White Linen, Beautiful and Sensuous. I wore the Pure White Linen first--Shawn liked that one the best. It was okay, but not my favorite. I love the Sensuous, but it's a little too--um...alluring for daytime use. Let's remember the population I work with, okay? The one guy already wants to eat my ear. So that left Beautiful. When I first spritzed it on this morning, I thought it was kind of strong and I wrinkled my nose. As it adjusted to my body temperature and chemistry, I couldn't help but think, "Damn! What is that FINE smell?" And then I was all like, "Oh yeah, it's me. I am one sexy b-yotch."

And I am sistahs, I am.