Honey, I'm home!

So, usually, when you come home from a nice long day at work, you anticipate dinner on the table, the kids already showered and done with their homework, and your favorite pair of slippers waiting for you by the couch.  

Problem is, I don't have slippers, Youshi is the closest thing I have to a kid (and he's a hyper, easily distracted kid, so even if he had homework, it wouldn't be done), and I'm pretty sure I have to go to the store to grab food if I want anything for dinner.  

So, as I open the door and come to terms with that heaping dose of reality, I feel the warm air rush out of the house and smell the lingering odor of.....WAIT!!!!! THAT'S NOT MY SMELL!!!!!

Imagine my horror as less than two weeks after living with Ace, I now have a different house smell.   Now, this smell is definitely not my smell...at least I don't think so (Parker, you will have to smell the house and then my body to tell me if the house smell has permeated my clothing so that we can have a neutral opinion on this matter).  The smell is also not the smell that once belonged to Ace or a smell that belongs to my beloved child, Youshi.

As such, I suppose this settles it.  The house smell has changed, and it does not help to solve the matter of which of us is the man in the relationship as it appears that the home of Ace and Jammie now has a completely new smell.  

--Jams