So A. and I got in a heated Top 5 discussion last night. We take our Top 5s seriously.
You know, Top 5 favorite beverages, Top 5 vacation destinations, Top 5 concerts you’d like to see.
Important things like that.
Last night’s Top 5 du jour was Top 5 favorite smells. Innocent enough, right? Um, no.
Things went south when the conversation devolved into Top 5 least favorite smells. I’m still not sure why we opted to travel down that road, but we did.
I shared my list containing all the usual suspects: the smell of new plastic dodgeballs, burnt toast smell, the Jersey Turnpike on a hot summer day (no need to send Jersey hate mail -I was born in New Jersey- I tease because I love).
So then A. shares his list:
Canned dog food. Ok.
Canned tuna. Well, I don’t agree, but alright.
Fresh lavender. Huh?
I’m sorry that just does not compute.
How can you hate the smell of fresh lavender? That’s nonsense!
Do you also hate puppies and ice cream sundaes? Sheesh.
Cue the ridiculously long, still unresolved discussion about burnt toast vs. fresh lavender and Mars vs. Venus.
