Smells sweet

I thought maybe the Volvo would have to be taken out and put down like a racehorse today but it appears not to be so. Yesterday was new starter (it was all goofy while I was gone the weekend, "smoking," etc) which it needed, but then there was still sweet smelling steam/smoke wafting out from under the hood and in through the gear shift handle slot...smelled like the fake smoke from a fog machine at a rock show. Ah, you say, that's antifreeze cooking! Right-o! Burst hose...now fixed and Craig/Goldie the Volvo lives to wheel around another fifteen years!

This all serves to remind me -- we all know I don't approve of the Big Pony Ralph stuff, right? I mean, that's all fine for the Young People and their wacky rave ways, but grouse grouse grouse (repeat to fade). So I dutifully smelled the fragrances last week at Sephora and I didn't like them (they were super top-notey for the most part, like something Hilfiger-y), except number 3, which smelled like a mixture of Z14 and that smell that blows out of Abercrombie and Fitch.

So, even though I hate them, I will likely end up with small bottles from a gift set when I see them on sale, because I am an asshole.