Smell You Later

This weekend I had done some laundry and picked out my outfit to wear to work on Monday. I decided to wear one of my “wrinkle-free” blouses. I like those kinds of blouses because I suck at ironing. Anyway, when I changed the laundry on Saturday, I had noticed there was a load in the washer already and Belle had mentioned that she did a load of laundry. I didn’t think anything of it so I told her to put the clothes in the dryer for me while I gather up another load.

Here comes Monday and I look good in my outfit, I have my blouse on and a cute white sweater over it and as I sat down at my desk, I began to smell something funny. It couldn’t be me; I don’t smell. I take long baths or showers every night. Why the hell would I smell, dammit???

This smell wouldn’t go away and I was becoming more and more irritated because….because…WELL IT WAS JUST IRRITATING ME, PEOPLE!

1,2,3,……

Deep breath…

I took off my sweater so that I could find out if in fact I was the smelly person in the office. As I took off my sweater, my forehead began to sweat, I can feel the beads form near my eyebrow, my hands were shaking and all I could think of was, “Please God, don’t let me be the smelly person in the office. I would just die if I became the smelly person. I can’t be smelly, I bathe. I swear on my life! I bathe!!!” As the sweater slid off my arms, this rush of odor came pouring out of my clothing and all I can smell was this musty stench emanating from my beautiful blouse. I was horrified, mortified and mystified. How could this happen to me? Why did this happen to me?

I’m gonna kill that kid. I was on a war path.

I went home for lunch so that I could change my blouse. I decided to check all the clothes that were recently washed to make sure that none of them smelled. I found a whole batch. Then I found the shirt that I had spilled sauce on and I remembered putting the stain remover on. I put it in the washer last Thursday. It smelled to.

DOH! (Slap the forehead)

Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid