I’m the youngest of three sisters and from time to time folks will ask me how those pretty/beautiful sisters of mine are doing? I don’t know who the pretty one was or who the beautiful one was! Some have gone on to say, “You were the cute little one.” There that word goes, “WERE!” Mother used to say, “Guess it’s better to be a has been, than a never was been.”
I like perfume, in fact I sometime overdue the FuFu! I’ve been known to go and indulge myself at any perfume counter. I’ll just spray a little of this one on and then spray a little of that other one on the other arm. However, I’ve got two wrists, two arms and two sides of my neck, this can lead to coming home with all four windows rolled down. Most of the time it doesn’t bother me at all, but Z, I guess, has a bigger nose. Too, I don’t get to go to a store with a perfume counter that often and I want to try all they have out!
Perfumes come with all sorts of names. There’s White Shoulders-Vanilla-Gardenia-Roses and then they have a really good one called Beautiful. Just recently I received a sample of “Pretty!” While all are really sweet to my snuffer I’m still waiting on the one that they call “CUTE!”
P.S. Life’s too short not to wear the good perfume!