October 11th, 2008



After off and on months of trying, I was finally able to remove the cap on the bottle of bleach I bought during the spring.  I poured some down the basement drain and was immediately transported to the summers of my 7th and 8th grade years spent at the pool.

Wanting to take advantage of the bleach I used some on my husband's undershirts.  And now once a day either in the morning or the evening, he rolls over and a get a whiff of pool air. 

One part of me thinks of clean and the other part of me wishes it was his smell instead.