This morning's conversation:
Pop - "Dorothy can you come out here and smell this. Something smells bad."
Dorothy (trying to enter Scentsy orders on the computer) - "Give me a second and I'll be right there."
I come out to the living room where he smiling. I am terrified I have to clean up dog poop. I can't smell anything so I spell some air freshener (White Tea Cactus for you Scentsy people) and come back to finish entering orders and making phone calls."
Pop walks in not smiling. "Don't worry about the smell. It's me. Did I shower yesterday?"
What in the hell have I gotten myself into?
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