Boys stink

Boys stink! No, I mean really! Teenage boys have a particular potent musk that makes tomcat urine seem mild by comparison. Quelle fungo! I don't know if it's just the stirring hormones of spring that are prompting this burst of pheremones, or if the warming temperatures mean fewer layers to trap the stench, but today, it was really hard to sit in the room with my GED tests. Those guys made my eyes water. It was the sort of perfume that hangs in the air minutes after the pomander has left. Note to self: Bring in the Orange Mate and hose down anyone with an incipient beard.

Getting out into the fresh air at the end of my shift was made even more pleasurable by a sweet, light, kiss-your-face rain. And I made it to the car before it changed to a cow-pissing-on-a-flat-rock rain, so I was a winner all around. The temperatures are over 45 at mid-day, the cottonwood trees are leafing out in that wonderful shade of bronze that lasts only a week or so, the air is full of wild green scents, and I just want to dance in the glorious springtime!