Miles wrote:Not to make light of a serious situation.....BUT.........That is really, really funny. I feel confident in saying that If you and I had grown up in close proximity we would have been good friends.
No problem making light of it. Whenever I say to someone "I can't smell" they say "yes you do".
Been going on for 30 years.
I miss the smell of pot roast simmering on the stove.
I miss the smell of marijuana buring in a pipe.
I do wish I could have smelled the scent of my children when they were born/growing up. I remember that "baby smell" (not after the dump they had in their diaper, the clean fresh smell that new babies skin has).
I do miss my wifes perfume (after she changed it due to my alergies).
They say taste is closely linked to smell and I found that to be true for about the first 5 years. Then the tastebuds must have revolted and took over the job as I can taste pretty well probably better than most if their nose is stopped up.
I did plenty of stupid things when I was
yngr_n_dmbr and I credit my wife for saving my life by marrying me. I think I would have gone and done something one can't recover from had I not had her and her "stable" influence.
We used to play what we called "Starsky and Hutch" where one of us would drive the car at one of us standing in the road. As the car got closer teh guy in the road would start running at the car and then when they met, the runner would jump/hurdle putting one foot on the hood then stride to the roof then to the trunk then to the ground. Somehow we nevre got hurt or fell doing that. Probably why we stopped doing it, it got boring. One time we did try and see if we could just stand still in the road, wait for het car and just jump straight up and have the car pass under, but we found out "white men can't jump" and broke and ankle (not me) and a windshield.
