A real conversation
Friend: You smell good. New perfume?
Me: Sort of. It’s the smelly flowers from the Pat the Bunny book.
Friend: As in ‘Judy smells the pretty flowers….’
Me: ‘…now YOU smell the stinky flowers.’ Exactly. Except it’s Paul who’s the future florist. Or possibly a jeweler since he can’t get enough of Mummy’s ring.
Friend: Wow, Jess. Wow.
Me: Don’t you dare ask me what I do all day or I’ll make you touch my scratchy calves.