If Yankee Candles actually smelled like things from the Northern US, the candle scents would change up a bit. Brown Snowdrift Hoboken Hobo Leftover Pizza in the Fridge Warm IPA Overpriced, Overly-Sweet Cocktail that Looked Good in the Menu, But Wasn’t Women’s’ Room After a Concert Crushed Black Fly Lacrosse Coach Middle-Eastern Man’s Cologne Air […]
Monthly Archives: August 2018
Skunked
Last night I was almost sprayed by a skunk. It was tiny. Not much bigger than a baby squirrel, but the sight of its raised tail made me shriek and run away like a scared toddler. What. Me embarrassed?