I realized that it’s been seven whole days (cue Mary J. Blige) since my last posting. In that time I did decide to go home for Thanksgiving, and had an amazing time with family and friends 🙂 The holidays took away some of my writing juices, but now I’m back! In honor of Random Thursday, I present a tale of randomness from my previous experience in blogging. Have a fabu Thursday!
A friend of mine has a very distinct smell. It’s not like he smells funky or anything, it’s actually quite pleasant, but it’s a smell that is specific to him and that is noticeable whenever he’s around. One day we’re riding in the car and I turn to him and ask, “Has anyone ever told you that you smell like babies?” He gives me this weird look, as if to question why I would even ask him that, but then answers “No, no one has ever told me that I smell like babies before.” Feeling as though I’ve offended him, I reply “It’s not a bad baby smell, you have a good, clean, fresh baby smell.” The conversation continues a little something like this:
Him: “It must be the lotion I use, I use Palmer’s cocoa butter.”
Me: “Oh, well I must have been around babies who use that same lotion.”
Him: “So what you’re saying is that you’ve been around black babies.”
Me: “Yes, I have been around black babies! That’s it, you have a black baby smell”
We then spent the rest of the car ride coming up with circa 1970s cocoa butter product slogans, which we started referring to as simply ‘black baby’ – for when you want to whoop that ash.