I know what you mean but hugging and smelling your husbands body, CP! I love my hubbies smell. But, I don't think he smells like my father did........least I hope not.

Dad was an alcoholic and his job was a butcher/breakdown man. He split cows in half (lengthwise) and gutted them and hoisted them up on a giant cutting board and cut them into parts....ie: roasts, steaks..etc. Never did he come home without saw dust in his pant cuffs and dried blood somewhere on him.....after going to a bar, none the less! Ewwwwwwww!

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