I have been away, BlogNation, but now I’m back, if a little the worse for wear. It has been uncannily hot and humid here at IPF, Eastern Division since I returned from a jaunt to Ontario that involved an excellent though brief reunion with A-Dubs and Rinty the Crusher. Here’s a word to the wise: after two pitchers of sangria, order a pitcher of mojitos at your peril.
I have been terribly lax about posting and about keeping up with my blog reading because I am suffering a serious bout of fine ladyism, including random dizziness. I wilt like a delicate flower in this humidity.
Since I am wary of climbing on the posing stool and, let’s be honest, of wearing clothing at all, I thought rather than share how I’m dressed, I would share how I smell. Don’t deny it, you know you’ve been wondering.
I smell like Charlotte wearing lacy underwear by a fishpond.
It’s a lovely scent.
Who do you smell like?