In over my head...

10. Hubby's cologne. My God that can turn the switch on faster than anything I know. That boys smells so damn good after a shower and a splash of cologne mixed with his deodorant. Mmmm-mmm. :-)

9. Newsprint. 50-60 hours a week, five days a week, all year-round.

8. Rain. Especially after a long dry spat.

7. Dirt. I absolutely love the smell of a fresh tilled field before plantin' season.

6. Garlic. I love it. On almost anything.

5. Fresh flowers.

4. Whiskey. In a bottle. Not on someone's breath. Okay, maybe my breathe. :-)

3. Clean laundry. I HATE doin' laundry but I love the smell of a nice, warm, cuddly shirt straight out of the dryer.

2. Fire. The most adrenaline rushin' shit you ever had. And the fact that I can tell you what's burning by the smell. House, grass, tires, car, etc. They all have different, wonderful smells of fury.

1. Cow manure. I know, you're thinkin' I'm one sick bitch huh?! I was born and raised on a farm. When I was little, I played in the stuff and when I was older I worked in the shit. Literally. My parents sold their cattle about 4 months ago and I miss those big son'bitches. They were a pain in the ass, but I loved them. And so did my Momma and I know she misses them terrible. But today on the way home, I got that wiff of poo that most people would cringe at. Me... I soaked it up. Bring on the cow poo.

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Most of my ex-boyfriends I dread. Okay, all of my ex-boyfriends I dread except one--just cause he's freakin' hot. Anyways, the one I dispise the more than anything, mostly because I'm ashamed I ever dated him, has been poppin' up here and there. Well, not really him, his brother. I'll explain: I was bored after the hubby went to work so I went over the diner (where I pick up some extra money and tips working when they need help) to visit with the girl who was working. Monday nights are really slow, so we can shoot the shit quite a bit. Anyways, we were sitting down chattin' and the phone rang. It was an order from the local refinery. No biggie. Couple of tenderloins, burgers, breaded shrooms, onion rings, pepper poppers, etc. I jumped up and helped get the food done and out so we could continue our conversation. I figured it was someone I knew that order so I asked.... and the name was strangely familar but it wasn't someone I REALLY knew. No worries. Then he walks through the door. My ex-boyfriend's brother and some other dude I barely barely know... (I honestly don't think he knew my name until tonight). Oh shit... this is gonna be fun. So I put on my happy face like normal and sweeten it up. Trying to make him think, "Damn, what was my brother thinkin--he treated her like shit. No wonder she left!" Haha... yea right. Anyways, they got their food to go and were paying at the cash register with the girl that was working. I was sitting down at our table smoking a cigarette, minding my own damn business and trying to look cute. When the girl comes back over to our table, she's laughing. Turns out the guys were having a big discussion on whether or not I "used to fuck his brother". Yep, sure did. Y'all are geniuses. Here's another newsflash: I hope it doesn't run in the family cause it sucked!

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