17 Jul 2008 › 11:50am
There was a farter in my crack-of-dawn pilates mat class. And that pretty much sums up the overall mood and atmosphere of my morning. I can’t seem to shake the collateral crabbiness. I have to say, none of the senses have the power to harsh my mellow faster than smell. I mean, I can look at the ugliest things imaginable and remain interested—even amused. But float a foul odor in the air and I’ll lose my mind in seconds—I simply cannot maintain. My face totally gives me away (think toddler tasting something he/she doesn’t like) and I usually have to flee. This has made for some embarrassing scenes where I lose all sense of decorum and try to claw my way free of a crowded elevator due to a BRUT-ally offensive dose of cologne (hello, this has actually happened twice!). So although I didn’t burst into hysterical tears or anything this morning, I did have to ditch out of class right in the middle just to save my sanity. Dang it!
