AND ATTITUDE.

WHO KNEW BOY SMELL WOULD CREATE... JUDGEMENT.

O.K.  I HAVE TO ADMIT. I HAVE GOT A SMELLY BOY AT HOME.  HE WAS BORN IN 1986... YOU DO THE MATH.  LOVE HIM, ENJOY HIS ABILITY TO LIVE IN MY HOME THAT'S NOT INTRUSIVE.... UNTIL I HAD THIS PARTICULAR EXPERIENCE.

I'M BOWLING.   YA, YA... THAT'S MY SOCIAL RIGHT NOW (WORKS FOR ME).  HERE'S MY RECOGNITION OF "BOY".  I AM THINKING.... HOW IS IT THAT I SMELLL LIKE THE ROOM AT THE END OF THE HALL I DON'T GO DOWN.   YES... I CHANGED INTO MY, I WON'T BE HOT, PERI-MENOPAUSAL SHIRT, AND IT WAS RETRIEVED OFF THE LAUDREY ROOM HANGER.

THE BOY FUNK WAS OVERWHELMING.  AND IT WAS INTRUSIVE... UNTIL I REALIZED THAT I WAS NOT PERMEATED WITH THE POSSIBLITY THAT "MY BOY" IS FERMENTING THE PUBLIC.  GUESS WHAT.... THE BOY THAT WAS INTRUSIVELY PUNGENT THIS EVENING SHARES THE SAME NAME... PATRICK.

YA, YA... I BIT OF CARMIC JUSTICE IS WORKING IN MY HUSBAND'S FAVOR.

BEWARE BOY!