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Choose your own adventure.
In the darkness of our bedroom, in one corner a noisy box fan rearranging the 88 degree air in our bedroom, on the bed two sweaty adults lying awake...
"Come on - give me a kiss."
"No. You smell like a Phish concert."
"Aw, quit being so sensitive."
And what would the appropriate response be?
(The best I could come up with at the time was sanctimonious, piercing silence, which is rarely perceived as "sanctimonious" or "piercing" and seen more as just "silence" to those that smell like Phish concerts.)
"Come on - give me a kiss."
"No. You smell like a Phish concert."
"Aw, quit being so sensitive."
And what would the appropriate response be?
(The best I could come up with at the time was sanctimonious, piercing silence, which is rarely perceived as "sanctimonious" or "piercing" and seen more as just "silence" to those that smell like Phish concerts.)
posted by Mignon at 8:04 AM
"Sorry, baby, I can't help it. It's so damn hard to tweeze out one's olfactory nerves."
Or option 2:
Force out a fart and say, "Kiss that, baby."
Assuming this is foreplay, I'd strike a deal: a "kiss," etc. in exchange for a back rub.
Whenever I've smelled like a Phish concert, silence has seemed like the sound of a devious plot being hatched.
too much...dare i say...
BOUNCING AROUND THE ROOM???
hey mig.
dude. we're moving to montana.
bozeman. i think its settled.
i loved FEE the most.
did they play FEE????
Those who smell like Phish concerts are notorious for their lack of ability to interpret silence.
so, is phish smell better or worse than phoo phighter smell?
So...the thing is...
Ive actually just read your entire front page and a few of your categories sections and I think that...just maybe...I love you.
Not in any kind of weird, lesbian (not that there's anything wrong with lesbians, mind you) stalker kind of a way, but just, you know...love.
I think it was the sitting across from an old man in women's size 6 OP shorts that really did it for me. I totally imagined it. And then I giggled. And then all the stuffy Brits in my office looked at me funny.
I love doing that.
Anyway, I clicked here through Stella and just had to say hi and let you know that you are actually hysterical. Yes, I am comfortable pimping old Stella for her blog buddies...we went to college together and I've actually cleaned up her puke before, so she can't really complain about much can she?
Phee Phi Pho Phish
Tonight you ain't my favorite dish
Thinking about it, maybe silence was better.
Since when did Jim start using Patchouli and one of those crystal deoderants?
"Make me."
sigh. okay. maybe not...
Remind him that Phish live in the ocean and...well...the ocean is made of water and that a shower might be a close approximation. Oh...wait...that's fish not Phish.
Heh. This is kind of like the water-sloshing moment that I had with my hubs a couple of weeks back. You can tell we're both part of old married couples. ;-)
Hey, you're back!
My husband sometimes smells like a Phish concert, too. Only without the Nag Champa and vegan bologna.
addicting.
and so much more instantly gratifying than the real thing.
hello again.
OMG, Mignon, so you're NOT totally out of commission? I'm glad to find a semi-recent post. MIss your stuff a ton, how's the writing going?
by the way.
thank you for that video. it made me feel...so special.
shucks.