In emails back and forth with my husband/co-worker:
me: Yea, Staples stinks, you would think by now they would have figured it out.
Robert: Sometimes you just can't smell yourself, even when it smells like dog poop.
He said 'dog poop' because last night something wreaked in our apt and it
smelled like dog poop...Robert kept saying it was me! so sweet.
smelled like dog poop...Robert kept saying it was me! so sweet.
And, Robert yelled "No tricks Cesar!!" as we passed this sign on the way to work this morning: 
We're psychotic and we think we're hilarious. and we love it.
