Wasted Perfume

I even put on perfume last night to freshen up a bit before Ernie got home from the church. A few minutes after he arrived home, however, I looked down and realized that if I was going to freshen up, I should take more than 30 seconds to look in the mirror so I could make sure I accomplished my goal. The picture doesn't do it justice, but my chest, arm and shoulder were decorated with large spots of spit up. (How did I not know this?) I'm sure the perfume didn't smell as nice mixed with the scent of sour milk. Tonight I have decided to just give up. No perfume - except eau de' Spit Up - while I wait for my hubby to get home.

-m