When I had made it back down to my desk, I realized the scent had permeated my hair. For the next hour or two I kept getting whiffs of it, and while breakfast meat is not my hair scent of choice, something tells me Ron Swanson wouldn't mind.
Showing posts with label Hair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hair. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Ron Swanson Approved
The other morning I was attempting to proof-read something for my manager. I say "attempting" because I was tired and had the drowsy eyes. Deciding it was time for a snack break, I made my way to the cafeteria to get a cappuccino and some peanuts and I was greeted by the delicious and intoxicating aroma of cooking breakfast meats. Sausage. Bacon. Country ham. Mmmm. Good morning, indeed.
When I had made it back down to my desk, I realized the scent had permeated my hair. For the next hour or two I kept getting whiffs of it, and while breakfast meat is not my hair scent of choice, something tells me Ron Swanson wouldn't mind.
When I had made it back down to my desk, I realized the scent had permeated my hair. For the next hour or two I kept getting whiffs of it, and while breakfast meat is not my hair scent of choice, something tells me Ron Swanson wouldn't mind.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)