...mine would smell like lemon drops and cotton candy and clean puppy tummies.
Joy is what it would scratch and sniff like.
Because tomorrow, Reader, tomorrow is the day that I NO LONGER HAVE TO TALK TO THE GODDAMN PUBLIC ALL THE GODDAMN DAY.
My head is exploding with rainbows. My heart wants to sing every song it hears.
Now if you'll excuse me, my floppy hat and I are going to go twirl on a mountaintop.
(P.S. I will continue to have some goodies. I will still be looking at resumes, so please do continue to tune in if you so wish.)