Some of you would remember the time that I wore so much of Mommy's perfume that Budfat, our pet rat, had a hard time breathing. I walked around
reaking for quite sometime convinced that I smelled beautiful. Like a whole garden of flowers.
This morning Abby got into my perfume. I smelled her before I saw her and could smell her wherever she went. Eventually the tide faded and she only left a small puddle of perfume when she left. I don't blame the girl for wanting to
smell pretty. Maybe next time I can convince her to
smell just a little bit less.