Tuesday, March 17, 2009

I hope my nose doesn't stop working.

Isn't it weird how smell can be the most powerful sense? I can smell a cologne at Walgreens that will take me back to the 8th grade and a boy I hopelessly liked (and I do mean hopelessly...I was fugly back then). Right now I am smelling the cool night air, which is my absolute favorite. But it is intermingled with the Migas that my husband is making. I am probably just smelling onions in olive oil, but I'm ok with that. The combination of the two is...fantastic. Like a jolt of caffeine. I love it when he cooks. It's like smelling a hug.