Why do I keep getting whiffs of old lady perfume? I can't figure it out. No one around here is THAT old. I am wondering if Winnie the Pooh has finally figured out that she reeks of dog food, and she's attempting to cover up the stench by spraying on copious amounts of her grandmother's favorite eau de parfum. Or eau de toilette. Or any other kind of scented eau (golly I hope it isn't something she made at home...in her bathtub, like gin...because I definitely would not put it past her). But no, I don't think that's it. I keep getting whiffs of it when Winnie isn't around, and unless she can throw her scent like a ventriloquist throws his voice, this isn't the solution to the mystery I seek.
I think maybe some young person around here is just sorely confused. Or maybe we have a ghost on our hands?
Ohmigod, is it ME?!
Okay, I sniffed my shirt and the leg of my pants. I'm definitely not the offender. Phew!
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