Pee-Yew!

As my uncle David always says, it's tough to go through life with a sensitive nose.  I am blessed with a strong sniffer.  I'm constantly sleuthing my way though the house, sniffing around like a bloodhound.  I always check with my husband to see if he can smell the odors I smell.  If he can, I know there's trouble.  If he can't, I figure the smells aren't detectable by the regular human nose.    He never can smell anything.

For some reason, my nose has been extra sensitive this week.  Well, there's a reason, but it's not what you think.  I'm not preggers.   An extra-sensitive, sensitive nose is a PMS symptom for me, along with a slew of other lovely symptoms.  All of which my husband vowed to love forever on October 9, 2010.  Honestly, since my PMS symptoms are the same as pregnancy symptoms, I will probably not know I'm pregnant until I see a baby's head sticking out of my vajayjay.  

(Although if I feel like I'm under a bit of bump scrutiny, I'm extra glad that I'm not Kate Middleton. She was photographed touching her stomach and apparently turned down peanut butter at an event, so everyone thinks she's knocked up.  I rest my hands on my stomach sometimes because it's there.  And what if she witnessed someone doing something gross with the peanut butter - like not washing their hands?  It's tough to be a newlywed!)

Anyway, back to the point.  I've been trying to diminish my boot-ay, so I went boxing on Sunday. It kicked my arse, by the way.

As I boxed, I started smelling rampant B.O.  In fact, it was the kind of B.O. that stops you in your tracks.  Although I had distinctly remembered applying deodorant before class, I was frantic it was me.  I tried to discreetly sniff my armpits as I pummeled the boxing bag.  I smelled nothing but my deodorant.  I may sweat a lot, but at least I don't stink

I searched the class for the culprit.  A burly man was boxing three bags away from me.  It's always the burly man.  I take a discreet sniff in his direction. Yep...definitely the burly man.

The smell was so overwhelming, I couldn't concentrate on my exercising.  I moved one bag over, then another, then another, until I was out of range from the smell.

Later in class, we had to shuffle around the room, hitting random bags.  I kept one eye on him and the other on the instructor.  No way was I about to end up downwind from the B.O Powerhouse. 

It did make for an eventful class!