The unthinkable has happened. Hell has frozen over, and pigs can now fly.
It must be some sort of cosmic manipulation. There is no other explanation.
I wonder if the Mayans had something to do with it.
Like all exciting and magical things, I was, of course, the last one to find out. It probably happened while I was holed up in the laundry room with those never ending laundry piles. All of the interesting stuff happens while I’m busy washing other people’s underwear.
The other day, I was working at the computer. My oldest son was getting ready to go out and had just finished taking a shower. The usual steamy mix of chlorine, soap, and musky boy wafted down the stairs and into my office.
After a few moments, a strange new scent greeted my nose. Instead of the normal lingering soggy boy stink, this scent was something new and invigorating, refreshing and light. It smelled clean, fresh, and comforting, like a fragrance from my childhood. It felt familiar yet foreign at the same time. Of course, any kind of agreeable smell is foreign in a house that's usually perfumed by Eau d' Wet Dog, cooking catastrophes, and socks that have been worn for too many days.
The new scent was so delightful that I kept inhaling it over and over. I couldn’t seem to get enough of this pleasurable, satisfying fragrance. I breathed it in deeply, filling my lungs with this wonderful new smell.
Evan hopped downstairs and into my office in the midst of my fragrance quest. At last, there was someone else to help me track down the source of the pleasing smell.
“Evan, what’s that amazing smell? It smells really good, but I can’t figure out what it is or where it’s coming from.”
He looked at me with horror, as if I’d just suggested we eat the dog for lunch.
“I don’t think you want to know what that smell is,” he cautioned.
“What are you talking about? Of course I do! I haven’t smelled anything that wonderful in a long time. It smells so lovely and clean. I definitely want to know what it is and where it’s coming from.”
Evan grinned at me and walked over to the bottom of the stairs. “Ok, as long as you’re sure.”
He looked back at me before shouting up to his brother:
“Hey Ryan…you’ll never believe it. Mom likes the smell of your new Axe!”
And that’s how I found myself in the unimaginable situation of having to admit that not every Axe scent smells like pepper and cat pee. There is at least one that borders on the divine.
Looks like I owe the makers of Axe Body Spray an apology.
Just as soon as I'm done with this laundry.
*flying pig image created by my son, Ryan Kern. He smells nice and he's talented.
**for those unfamiliar with the Axe back story and why this new scent was such a surprise, you can read about it here and here.
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Thanks for the laugh. ;)
Lezlie
Sheepy - I know. I couldn't believe it myself!
Jess - I'm glad that I could be of help. You do not want your kid to make choices based upon what the Axe girls at the mall are shoving at him. (That sounds terrible, but you know what I mean... Axe samples.)
designanator - Bwahaha! It never gets old, does it? Thanks for stopping by. :)
Owl - So nice to see you! Let me know what you think of the scent, OK?
Lezlie - You know, if I hadn't already titled this, I'd be tempted to use your words, "maybe it just smells better from a distance." Thanks for the chuckle!
o'stephanie - I know, right?
ocularnervosa - It's funny you mentioned Old Spice. Middle Boy is looking for a scent of his own (I know - hold me.) We were smelling the different ones in the Man Spray aisle. One Old Spice scent that we smelled could rouse the dead. It was a new variety and it was just awful!
j lynn - I know! The kids still tease me about it. My mom-cred has seriously gone down the tubes over this one.
I'll have to get my son that one.
Well done, Lisa.
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I'm so glad to see to see you again in these parts. I feel like, in many ways, we lead the same life with the laundry and the perpetual showering of adolescent boys............
So nice to hear that life goes on - aromatically - for your and yours :)
I seem to recall someone (maybe even ME) saying that Mexico can smell so bad that almost anything that didn't smell like pig farts would seem lovely. (I live on the ocean, so the pig farts get washed clean in the sea breeze.)
Apology accepted, my dear..........enjoy the smelling!