Today was to be the day of battle for me and the VEG. However, being pressed for time and not being able to search many stores for a glass decanter I was stuck. I had already purchased my bottle of Lilac Vegetal but couldn't find a glass decanter. So I took the bottle home. On my first encounter with the VEG I was with my wife in Bed Bath And Beyond and upon sniffing the bottle and the drop that accidentally came in contact with my skin we both exclaimed " EwwwwwwYoawser!! *** is that urine smell? I left that store never to return within 100 yards of it. Recently I decided the VEG would not beat me and that I was going back in. Much to my dismay I couldn't find a glass decanter. I have been warned about attempting the VEG straight from the plastic bottle. Impatient as I am, I got home and stared at my purchase., Finally I had enough! I ripped off the protective seal and I opened the bottle. I stood back in an effort to ward off any unexpected attacks from this sometimes known to be offensive villain.
I gripped the bottle in my hand and I shook it. A puddle of this potentially volatile solution lay seemingly peaceful in my hand. I splash it on in what seems at this point in slow motion. Oh god nooooo, what have I done? What have I unleashed upon this world and myself? My clean smelling bathroom now reeks of the smell of a train station bathroom. But I am brave and even in my weakened state I load up and re-apply a generous amount. And then again even more. At this point I am dizzy and disoriented. I wander downstairs and I get lost in my thoughts for a while. But as time passes something strange happens. I start to feel alive. A completely new and addictive scent starts to arise! What is this? I exclaim. I can't help from sniffing myself, the scent is somehow addictive now. I must get the opinion of the wife.
So I enter her domain. "What is it you require from me" she asks, and why do you cross into the forbidden territory?" Sheepishly I respond..."How does this smell?" Not bad, she says. Kind of flowery. "Flowery?" I ask. And she replies "yes." Does it smell good? I ask. And she says yes. Then I make the mistake of saying "remember that stuff we sniffed at Bed Bath And Beyond a few weeks ago? It's the Same stuff. Suddenly her facial expression changes. She is obviously distraught. The horns come out. The eyebrows curl and the shoulders tense. "Oh noooo. she exclaims...that's it! That's that stuff!" "I smell it now....it smells like ****!" Be gone from my room!!!
Seriously? A minute ago it smelled flowery....***? Ohhhhh, the strength of the power of suggestion. If not for the mention of our previous encounter I would surely have had the approval of the mighty SWMBO
I am almost there. I have come close to defeating the VEG. I can taste victory. It is weak and I am gaining strength. Maybe all I need is that glass decanter. Victory is in my grasp. I will not fail.
I gripped the bottle in my hand and I shook it. A puddle of this potentially volatile solution lay seemingly peaceful in my hand. I splash it on in what seems at this point in slow motion. Oh god nooooo, what have I done? What have I unleashed upon this world and myself? My clean smelling bathroom now reeks of the smell of a train station bathroom. But I am brave and even in my weakened state I load up and re-apply a generous amount. And then again even more. At this point I am dizzy and disoriented. I wander downstairs and I get lost in my thoughts for a while. But as time passes something strange happens. I start to feel alive. A completely new and addictive scent starts to arise! What is this? I exclaim. I can't help from sniffing myself, the scent is somehow addictive now. I must get the opinion of the wife.
So I enter her domain. "What is it you require from me" she asks, and why do you cross into the forbidden territory?" Sheepishly I respond..."How does this smell?" Not bad, she says. Kind of flowery. "Flowery?" I ask. And she replies "yes." Does it smell good? I ask. And she says yes. Then I make the mistake of saying "remember that stuff we sniffed at Bed Bath And Beyond a few weeks ago? It's the Same stuff. Suddenly her facial expression changes. She is obviously distraught. The horns come out. The eyebrows curl and the shoulders tense. "Oh noooo. she exclaims...that's it! That's that stuff!" "I smell it now....it smells like ****!" Be gone from my room!!!
Seriously? A minute ago it smelled flowery....***? Ohhhhh, the strength of the power of suggestion. If not for the mention of our previous encounter I would surely have had the approval of the mighty SWMBO
I am almost there. I have come close to defeating the VEG. I can taste victory. It is weak and I am gaining strength. Maybe all I need is that glass decanter. Victory is in my grasp. I will not fail.