It has, of course, been really hot outside. We stopped at the grocery store earlier for meat & beer and I started sweating seconds after I stepped out of the truck. I also noticed a really familiar odor, but I couldn’t immediately place it. Suddenly, I had visions of the zoo in Madison and realized what I was smelling. The black bed liner, which had been roasting in the hot sun all day, smelled just like the Mold-a-rama machine* that I used to get gorillas out of (my cousin often got the lion). I do hate the heat, a lot, but I was grateful for the moment of nostalgia that it offered.
*Thanks to Mimi Smartypants for the link. I would never have come up with the name of the machine if she hadn’t posted the link recently.
I find it so interesting how smells bring back memories. My best friend was cutting green beans when she got a phone call about her boyfriend being badly injured in a car accident and that’s all she can think of when she smells greens beans.
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