The WhizBANG family just returned from a vacation at Lake of the Ozarks. The weather was hot, the water was cool, and the beer (or margarita) was cold.
This morning, instead of heading to my office where a number of overdue tasks awaited me, I wanted to head off on vacation again.
I did the next best thing: an olfactory vacation.
Now , my lake vacation smelled like wet breeze, gasoline, and a splash of beer, perhaps with some live bait tossed into the mix. Not exactly a dream fragrance. No, I opted for a tropical beach today with Pacifica Indian Coconut Nectar, both body butter and perfume. Every once in a while I get a whiff of Polynesia, reminding me that there is a world outside of my fluorescent-lighted office.
My break is over, and another fire is smoldering, waiting for me to put it out. No trip goes unpunished.