Hello all ye bloggers!
Ran with my group this morning - miss ya Susan - and finally got to enjoy the company of Carol. Yay! It isn't easy getting up at 'oh-my-gosh-thirty' in the morning to put your body through things it doesn't want to do. I commend all of you who get up early. The accountability thing works for me, and I have Susan's watch with the intervals on it. Boy, was it humid. Susan would have hated it. I sweated more than ever. Anyone that wants to join us, you're more than welcome.
I walked in the Northpark mall for my lunch today. My friend went with me. We managed to avoid the cookie stores and the pretzel shop. Almost succumbed to the beckoning of the ice cream stand, but mustered the courage to march on. Stopped in a store that her friend works in. A girly-girl store that had three bins of thong underwear near the registers. I killed time fumbling through them when I noticed the tag on one. Rub 'n' sniff underwear. There was lemon, kiwi, and cherry. So for the next five minutes I was sniffing panties while my friend chit chatted with her former boss. Normally, I would not do this, but I was intrigued. Despite the stares of other patrons, I rummaged throught the bins trying to find kiwi. That must have smelled awesome, because there were none to be found. Lemon was lemony fresh. But cherry...it was not what I had come to know as the smell of a cherry. I coerced my friend to smell them and she agreed. A sick feeling came to my stomach at that point. 'I sure hope no one had tried those on'... . Needlesstosay, I won't be sniffing anymore panties anytime soon.
Did I mention that I had come to the decision of trying new and different things each week to keep my catalog of experiences up? Panty-sniffing is now one of them. It'll just be in fine writing on the back page. Be honestly, who thinks of Rub'n'sniff underwear?
Anyone want to take whip cracking class with me? It should be a snap!
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