Smells Like...

I ran out of my most favorite perfume a couple weeks ago. Since then, I've been trying to gently inform Jeffrey that I would like a new bottle (at least twice daily). I've kept it subtle, like when going to lunch, "I just feel incomplete leaving this house without spritzing with my favorite scent" or while doing makeup and hair in the bathroom, "I really wish I had some perfume to cover up that hairspray smell". Jeffrey doesn't do well with subtlety, I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm making small talk. I've avoided out-right asking for new perfume, it's really fucking expensive slightly pricey, so it's just a conversation that I don't want to have. To get my message out there, I took a cue from one of my favorite blogs, Passive Agressive Notes, and put up a few tasteful signs around the apartment.

Above his "gaming station":

Above his whole fucking plethora modest collection of cologne:

On the headboard of our bed:

And finally, above the toilet in his bathroom:

I hope he gets the message.