Happiness in a bottle

So Ben and I have been sitting in this car for nearly 4 days driving all the way across the country, suffering through the worst smelling places on God’s green earth including El Paso last night which smelled like a horrible mixture of sweat and dirt and refried beans (Ben swears by this). So we’ve had multiple conversations about how bad all of these little trucks stops smell and today he pulls out this brand new bottle of cologne from his glove box and I’m all “oh, let me smell it” and he sprays it on himself and I suddenly realize that I am now officially obsessed with this cologne. I want to buy it for myself and spray it all over my house, it smells that good. I’m also officially pissed that its been sitting in his glove box THE WHOLE TIME! But now I know where happiness lies, in a little bottle in the glove box.