Not to get sappy on you guys, but earlier this week, I was instant messaging a guy friend of mine and told him, “My kitchen smells like chicken.”
The reason being that I was cooking chicken for the picnic lunch I share with my boyfriend on his lunch break from work (one of my many perks as one of the unemployed). Being a vegetarian, I haven’t had chicken in my refrigerator for quite some time now.
And, I told this to my friend in our instant message conversation, at which point, he told me, “I guess love smells like chicken.”
At least for me it does.
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