On my way to work this morning, I noticed a lovely odor reminiscant of baby poop filling my dry-cracking nostrils. Since it didn't last very long, I chalked it up to the good one I let rip earlier in the rid or the dead racoon I just passed on the side of the road. Didn't give it much more thought.
Then I got to work and noticed it again. I thought that maybe I had stepped in some dog poop on the way to the car an checked my shoes. Nope good there too.
While we were in our morning meeting I started to sneeze and while rubbing my nose, the lovely odeur hit me again. I looked at my hands my shirt everything. Then I saw it. It was ground in to my wedding band. Conner was a little restless during changing this morning and I guess while getting out the leather straps to hold him down, i grazed the little pile of goodness he left for me this morning.
Hell yeah. I made my boss gag with that one too!