Throughout the month of March, I am participating in the Slice of Life Story Challenge. I am happy to co-host this event with the team at Two Writing Teachers. Everyone is welcome!
For no good reason, I am rushing to get the dogs their breakfast. And since I'm rushing, I am multi-tasking.
Okie has dry skin, so he gets a couple pumps of salmon oil in his food. Salmon oil smells exactly as you might imagine. Not good.
I hold Okie's bowl in my left had, and I reach to push the pump down into Okie's food, still holding the cup in my right hand. Somehow, the cup in my hand slips and the pump swivels, and the oil misfires. At me.
Repeat: At me.
Did I mention how salmon oil smells? I sniff at my chest since that is where I think it landed. Salmon oil smell confirmed. (I might say some bad words.)
Since I have a high pressure PD session, I am wearing a favorite sweater, and I head straight to the laundry room, starting a hand-wash cycle right away. I try to find a sweater that makes me just as happy. That's not happening.
For the rest of the day, I phantom smell or truly smell salmon oil in my presence. Some trusted colleagues reassure me that I don't smell of dead fish, but when I get home, I finally isolate a small section of hair that did not smell of shampoo or conditioner-- it smelled of... you know what it smelled of.
There's definitely a moral to this story. In this case, the multi-tasking consequence lasted all day!