Catching no flies here

All the wonderful essential oils that I use in my practice (massage and various other voodoo that I do) are in my massage room which is in Tim’s apartment. This means I don’t encounter them on a daily basis unless I bring some over to the Home Office.

Today, I was next to a bookcase in my dining room when wonderful aromas alerted me that something good was nearby. I realized that a little atomizer of a flea-repelling blend I’d made for the dogs was sitting there, sending out a faint hint of lavender and cedar. I couldn’t resist, spraying some on my hands then putting them to my face for a big whiff.

What I’d forgotten was the carrier I used for those oils: apple cider vinegar. Now I smell like an unusual coleslaw, even after washing my hands twice.

3 thoughts on “Catching no flies here”

  1. You should bottle it and market your own line of coleslaw perfume. There must be someone out there who would like to attract a lover with an appetite for coleslaw. Eau de cabbage, perhaps?

  2. Oh the silly things we manage to do to ourselves. If it makes you feel any better, I once put vicks vapor rub on my thighs at a softball game thinking it was icy-hot (cut me some slack, the containers look the same—sort of). — never told anyone…

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