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I totally have this crazy sense of smell. No, really. When I was 15, it didn't matter where I was, if my mom put on her lip gloss, I could smell it. It's a blessing and a curse, really. But it does make for interesting bike rides.

Here's what I smelled today. *Freshly mowed grass. *BBQ. (which I found odd seeing that it was 9:00 in the morning) *Dog poo. *Reservoir. (And for those of you that aren't familiar with that smell . . .think ocean/pond/ducks) *Honeysuckle. *The sweet smell of a clean house. (I had to stop for more water. Thanks, Karen!) *Weeds. Lots of weeds. *Sweaty biker that passed me. (I'm totally not kidding). *Death. (That was me. When I got home. Seriously.) And I just about feel off my seat when I saw the largest grasshopper ever. Remember how obsessed we are with them at our house? Well. I tried to catch him for my Gav. But had to admit defeat when he jumped. No kidding. As tall as me. Annnnnd. I'm done. I'm sure I looked ah-mazing when I screamed and ran back to my bike.