Yet another revelation...

I personally believe that my mistakes can maybe save another from the same road.. Something about a fork and taking the road less traveled or something.. Anyway, I am a freak about smelling good.. I LOVE perfume.. and sweet smelling shampoo .. Jeesh, even my lipstick smells like coffee.. (yummmmmmm) I was horrified.. and I admit a little embarrassed, that I happen to be rubbing the ol' tum while waiting for my coffee to brew.. Here, let me set the scene.. Me standing in the kitchen.. one hand on my head .. and the other inching my sweatshirt up.. to expose my tum.. so I can rub it a little. For some reason, My finger traveled to the button.. and I proceded to rub it, too.. For yet another unknown reason, I brought my finger, the one that was just in the button, up to my nose.. I literally coughed.. and was amazed at the utter stank funkiness that waifed off my pointer. There must be some mistake I thought.. maybe I inadvertantly picked up some rotting carcass prior to my belly rub.. so, I sent the other pointer on a mission.. I took a preliminary sniff.. smells good.. and then sent it to the war zone.. As I inserted the finger, I twisted it in the button a bit to get any unsavory smells that could be lying about...I slowly lifted the finger to my eager nose.. and was met with.. well, the smell of death. How could I have missed this important hole. I take pride in smelling yummy.. yet my button could be confused with deteiorating flesh???? I immediately brought the finger to Vic.. and sweetly asked him to tell me what my finger smelled like. I didn't share with him where it had been..(tee hee) as soon as he smelled it, he grimaced and said DEATH! woe is me.. (heavy sigh) The point of my story today is to prevent you, dear reader, from experiencing the same fate.. WASH THE BUTTON!!!