If Pictures could smell...

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.