Before heading out the door tonight, I worried my pants might smell. Likely, it was unlikely, but I can fixate on something. I didn't have any of my go to cologne, Curve (choice of sexy men since 1937!), and the concern I might stink began to escalate. To alleviate the my-pants-smell-what-will-people-think? stress, I sprayed myself down with Glade French Vanilla.
Overkill? Yes. I did, however, smell like a scented candle for a rest of the evening, and didn't get any complaints.
(Of course, I didn't get any compliments either. I should probably worry about that.)
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