:p Isn't it funny how a smell can bring back memories? Every time I smell vinegar I have the same thought, Kelly - dying Easter Eggs. As a kid, we were only allowed to dye 1 or 2 eggs (with 10 kids dying eggs that was a dozen or 2). But the fun was all of us getting together like that to dye them.

My parents were really big on celebrating. We celebrated EVERYTHING! You name it was celebrated and discussed at the dinner table. So dying eggs became a celebration of sorts.

Whenever I smell Brut I think of my dad. And my grandma when I smell Gloria Vanderbuilt. I still had grandma's perfume until I gave it to mom in December. No telling where it is now but I had it for over ten years.

Old Spice...Dad...
Hai Karate...my DH when we first started dating...ooohhh those summer nights;)

When I was little I use to buy Old Spice for my dad every year for XMAS. My mother got Russel Stover Chocolates

what ever happened to Hai Karate?!

I think it Hai-tailed it out of the U.S.:p

I used to open DH's cologne bottles and put a touch under my nose when he was out of town...oooohhh...I would get a tingle just sniffing the air...

I wonder why some people feel that everyone is here on Earth for their convenience? :mad:

They're not? Seriously? :confused: Oh man, did I ever get that wrong.:p j/k

I was talkin' 'bout you, Tricia!! :cool:

Just kidding........really. :D

:o:oOOPS! Is my self-centered, it's all about me, selfishness that noticeable?:D