In which I face a not-so-classic chicken/egg situation...
Geoff and I put up our Christmas tree. When you walk into our house it smells so good.
It smells just like toothpaste.
I know that it is the toothpaste that is made to smell like the tree. But when I smell the tree, all I can think is that it smells just like my toothpaste.
Damn Toms of Maine! They are screwing with my holiday senses.
Next thing you know I'll be baking cookies and think, "Wow, my house smells just like a Glade Plug-In."