MindSpinner

Salmon on the grill makes a very nice Saturday lunch - it’s a favorite of my son’s, and my daughter hates it, but she’s gone for a retreat this weekend, so salmon it is. Yum.

But a late lunch means a rush to get ready for a wedding reception, and, oh, when one has grilled salmon, one smells like … grilled salmon. The scent clings in the hair. What to do? Son used all the hairspray. Febreeze is all gone. Daughter’s body spray is on retreat. Perfume won’t cover, anyway. Under the sink I find, yes, as fate would have it, ferret deodorizing spray. Test sniff. Not too bad. Ferret doesn’t need it anymore. Besides, any spray that can deodorize a ferret can tackle a salmon, so I spray some into my hands, smooth it lightly into my hair, and brush. Good. Now I smell like a ferret after a bath, maybe with a faint whiff of charcoaled salmon. Not enough. I raid my daughter’s room and settle on Sweet Pea Body Lotion from Bed, Bath and Beyond or some such place. I apply it liberally wherever bare skin may be found. At least people won’t be able to figure out what they’re smelling. The scent is … too rich, too complex, simply defying categorization or description.