12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : Stink"
Last night I was watching Rosemary's Baby with Stan. We were sitting on the same futon with the dogs. I took off my shirt because I was hot. Later, before going to bed, I picked up my shirt. It smelled odd, but I couldn't figure out what the smell was. I sniffed it, trying to figure out what it was. It wasn't the entire shirt, but one area. I sniffed the entire shirt, trying to pinpoint what part of my body it might have been in contact with. It wasn't BO or deodorant. It wasn't the perfume I was wearing. I had no idea why it smelled strange. I didn't smell strange....did I? No, I didn't. I had no idea why my shirt smelled odd. Was the fabric getting old and taking on a strange odor? I never noticed it before, and I'm sure if it smelled strange after it was washed, I would've noticed it putting it away in my drawer. I decided not to worry anymore about it...I would wash it again.
Lying in bed waiting for Stan, it suddenly dawned on me. Plato had been lying on the shirt. That smell was his anal glands! Aaaaaaagh! I can't believe I didn't realize what that odor was, and sniffed the entire shirt thinking to myself, "what is this?" Yuuuuuuck! Gaaaaaaghhhhh! Eeeeewwww!
I guess my sniffer is getting senile.
Well, at least it's not as bad as one anecdote I heard where a woman thought she had chocolate on her hands and licked it and then realized it was from changing her baby's diaper.