Last night Ryan and I were sitting on the couch after putting the kids to bed, and watching Netflix. We were even snuggled under a blanket. After a while Ryan looked at me and asked if I had switched shampoo.
I said no.
Had I switched conditioner, or body wash, or something?
Still no.
So, Ryan started sniffing me. First my hair, then my clothes, my arm pits.... Everything. It wasn't what he was looking for. Then he turned and sniffed the couch.
Bingo.
I still don't know what exactly Ryan was smelling, because the couch didn't smell weird to me. But last night the couch must have had a distinct odor to Ryan. Even though we've had the couch for a year, and shouldn't smell strange.
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