It's been really warm here in Washington. 90 degrees warm. This is my element. I hate being cold. I'm a tropical kinda gal.
It's just that I'm not as used to warm weather anymore. I did the laundry today, and my clothes were so warm straight out of the dryer that I put my shirt in the fridge for a few minutes. To cool it down. I was like, "Man, this is a good idea. I should do this more often."
I forgot that there was grated daikon in the fridge. If you don't know what daikon is.. well, it's a Japanese radish that basically smells like fart.
I took my shirt out after getting ready, and it was cool to the touch. It was delightfully refreshing. The thought occurred to me that it might smell, so I sniffed it. And there was indeed a faint farty scent imparted into the fabric of my shirt.
I sniffed all over to see if it was just in certain areas. I thought about walking around all day, smelling like a radish fart. Would anyone dare mention my foul scent? "Hey guys, have you noticed that *someone* smells like a fart today?"
I put my shirt on, it felt so nice for three seconds. Then it was room temperature, which was very warm. And I sniffed myself all over. Just like the coolness, the farty smell had also dissipated. Crisis averted.
Moral of the story: don't put your clothes in the fridge if you are also storing a literal, physical embodiment of a fart in there, as well.
It's freaking hot as balls right now. I feel like Ace Ventura in the baby rhino. I'm wearing natural deodorant from Portland. It may or may not be working. I basically don't know who I am anymore. Am I an island girl? Or am I Pacific Northwest girl who can't take the heat? If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen. If you can't take the fart, stay out of the fridge.
-j
