They say when you're pregnant you can smell things from a mile away, and they are absolutely right. I can smell onions cooking at dinner time, and there's not an onion to be found in this entire house. I can smell people's cigarette smoke before they even light up, I swear. If someone has eaten garlic in the last 24 hours, I'll be able to tell.
But the newest nuisance du nez comes from my favorite magazine, Cosmopolitan. I can smell every single perfume sample, all at once, before I even open the cover. To avoid the trifecta of headaches, gagging and watery eyes, I have to rip out every perfume-doused page before delving into the world of fashion, love and guy confessions.
[Ahhh, much better...]
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