You Reek!

I know of farmers that stink. I run into one or two of them every month when I go into town. They usually smell of alfalfa and horse manure. A common smell in Kansas after a rain. But this isn't about them, this is a completely self centered blog and I must talk about myself.

The other day I took my oldest son into the city, he was in desperate need of shoes. I showered and changed {clean clothes} and we went to a shoe store. I knelt down to see where his toes were in a certain pair, when I smelled something very unappealing. Sigh I reek! Of course there was no way I was going to smell of sweet alfalfa, as we don't have that much growing, I smelled of onions and bacon and dirt. It's at this point where I realize that the under paid teenagers weren't turning there noses up at me because they were snobs, no....I stink.

It makes me worry about what my son smells like when he goes to school. Does he smell like what I had canned the day before?

There needs to be a disclaimer, or warning in the homesteading books. You'll smell like what you do. ALWAYS!

I should have known this, as my husband smells like gasoline and used oil when he comes home from work. It's not as bad now that he works {builds} motorcycles, as it was when he worked on cars. But the smell is there, lingering.

Speaking of smells...I did discover that the smell of gasoline on a woman is an aphrodisiac to some men. Grocery shopping earlier this month, I had to get gas for the mowers. The smell was all over my hands. As I walked around, gathering my essentials, men kept smiling at me, saying hi, nodding. I thought...are my panties showing, do I have a nipple poking out? Everything was were it should be, but why were all these men flirting with me?

Gasoline and breasts, a good combination. Onions and bacon, bad combination.