This morning, I had just finished my shower when Chris walked into the bedroom. Here is the conversation that followed:
Chris: Whoa! What's that smell?
Chelle: It's probably my new shower gel. Do you like it?
Chris: Ummm, well, it smells like fiberglass.
Chelle: FIBERGLASS?!? What do you mean it smells like fiberglass?
Chris: Let me smell your arm... maybe you're not what I'm smelling.
Chelle (sticking my arm in Chris's face while muttering): You're right I'm not what you're smelling. I DO NOT smell like fiberglass. This is supposed to be some fruity-licious smell...
Chris: Yep, it's you... smells just like fiberglass to me.