Ok, for those of you who just saw me emerge from the restroom gagging and gasping for breath, rest assure, it was not as a result of anything I did in there. That damn air freshener that is set to randomly emit a toxic floral scent sprayed directly over my head as I was washing my hands. Ewwww. I have a serious love-hate relationship with the spray. It loves me and I hate it. For some reason the damn thing sprays just about every time I go into the bathroom. Which for a normal person, wouldn’t be that bad. But we all know I am not normal and my pea-size bladder requires I make frequent trips to the ladies room. Urgh. So now I smell like the spray, which in the past has been described as “old lady smell” thankyouverymuch.