A side effect of major surgery

"What perfume are you wearing?", he asked as he was getting in the car.

"Ralph Lauren Safari. Why?", I asked back since he had such a pained look on his face.

"Ummm...", was his brilliant response.

"Just spill it. You obviously don't seem to be enjoying it," I replied as I was wondering why he was choosing now to tell me this little bit of information since I've been wearing this particular fragrance off and on for like 3 years.

"It's not that I don't like it. I did. I mean I do...It's just...well...it's..."

"It's just what Love? Spill it."

"Well, did you bathe in it this morning?"

"??????"

"I mean it's a little over powering. Okay, alot. I can hardly breathe in here."

Again, "??????"

"So did you put a bunch on this morning?" He's asking me this because it is 6:30 PM and I would have put it on around 9:00 AM. (That's 9 1/2 hours later if you're adding on your fingers.)

"No, Sweetie. I did the norm. One spray neck. One spray wrist."

After a moment it dawned on me, "Hmmm. Guess the Bionic Smell is alive and well."

*I should have realized sooner because I am well aware it is alive and well. I have cooked a few "comfort foods" for him the last few weeks and when I asked why he didn't gobble them up, his comments have always referenced smell. It didn't "smell normal" or "it didn't smell right". Thank goodness all the FABULOUS, OUTSTANDING, DELICIOUS meals friends have brought over have been "new" smells to him, so he has gobbled them up. I seriously need the recipes from all those girls because I will be fixing those meals in the near future because apparently he can't eat the Shooter household norm.

Never thought I'd hear (little lone accept) that excuse for my bad cooking: "It doesn't smell right."


Love Note to my Big Shooter: After 20+ years together I love it when you surprise me with some little tid bit I didn't know about you...or more than likely tried to forget.