Look what my friendly (well, actually, he's kind of grumpy) UPS guy brought me today:Compliments of my favorite geek, Empress of the Universe and Self-Proclaimed Nose-Nerd, Sarah Miller.
Why did I receive such a gift as that?
Because I am Keeper of the Sanity....which means I endured countless hours of endless whining and...UM...
no...
wait a minute.
I didn't mean that.
What I meant was that the Sarah and I had meaningful and profoundly wise conversations about the process of writing.
Yeah, that's what I meant.
But here is the irony which gave us both a good chuckle:
I have no sense of smell.
None.
Zippo.
Nada.
So I can only imagine the scent of Paperback.
It's a nice scent, right?
If I smell horrible the next time you see me, please tell me.
But thank you, Geek-Girl....
2 comments:
You can wear it next week and I'll let you know if it stinks (just won't let you sit on my furniture if you really reek :)). And you, by the way, are most definitely the Keeper of Sanity {{}}.
Kim
I'm trying to imagine what such a cologne would smell like. The glue in the binding? The musty smell of a cheap dimestore paperback that's been sitting on a shelf for years? Either way I'm not sure it's a scent I'd advise wearing.
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