Entries by Tracee

Sniff … Sniff … Tween Spirit?

I was at a Toastmasters Contest Saturday when I smelled something. I smelled it again. Unmistakable, that’s B.O. Sniff. Whiff. I made a personal armpit check. Not me. Phew. To my left I leaned in for a discrete snort of my husband’s pits. Freshly showered. Not him. I looked at the 20-something chicks in front […]