Pumpkin pies, pumpkin frapps at Starbucks, pumpkin cookies…..
If I could, I would smell like pumpkin spice all of the time. I would live in a pumpkin house, with pumpkin doors, and pumpkin-patterned curtains covering the pumpkin-colored window panes. My stove, after every meal that was delicately cooked, would leave the scent of pumpkin to diffuse throughout the house. My washer would run on pumpkin-scented detergent and my dryer would smell like baked pumpkin bread whenever I emptied it. Heck, as much as I love the smell of Old Spice, if my future husband/man/whatever you call significant other smelled like pumpkin, I would be an extremely happy person; so happy, that I might have to cover more of the house with pumpkin-related items until I couldn’t handle it any more.
But, alas, pumpkins only grace the land in Fall, and for some reason, I only feel this passionate about this lovely fruit of the earth when leaves begin to leave the trees.
A girl can dream though. And, with all of the stress and no sleep, a bubble bath sounds really good right now.
Only, the soap has to smell like…..well, you know.
I’ll give you a hint, it starts with a ‘p’ and ends with a ‘kin’.
I’m ridiculous.
Brown Bear
