The smell of success. Or cupcakes.

I am something of a health nut. Don't eat fried food, chocolate, fast food...basically I'm a thrill a minute. But I am human, and like the taste of all that stuff. And particularly the SMELL of all that stuff. Which is why my bathroom is stocked with lotions and potions that reek of sugar. Brown sugar and fig? Check. Cinnamon pumpkin? Check check. Sugar cookie? Of course. I also have the matching candles. So you walk into my place, have an overwhelming aroma of vanilla slap you in the face, and assume there are cookies baking, a la June Cleaver. And then I pass around carrot sticks. Man I'm going to be a fun mom.