NEWSFLASH!
(Every time I say newsflash - and I do try to keep it to a minimum - I'm reminded of the emotional explosion I had at my mom a few years ago when in the throes of my early-mid-life crisis. She asked me, calmly, what I think I'm passionate about and I screamed, 'Newsflash! Maybe I'm not passionate about ANYTHING!'
What a baby. And a little liar.
Thanks for trying to help, mom. I'm better now.)
SPACE SMELLS LIKE FRESH PAINT OR BURNING ELECTRICAL WIRES
Cathy was at Nicole's house when Garrett called from space. You know, just to check in and say hey.
Excuse me for a minute while I go pass out from how cool that is.
The astronauts only really get a whiff of space when they open and close the airlocks which I guess is good since they might otherwise be high on paint fumes.
Sorry, Zan, it doesn't smell like a new car or cinnamon toast up there. But me and the other space groupies appreciate your input.
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This is good to know. Though technically, if your new car was just painted, or on fire...
I guess I should also let go of my dreams that Mars might taste like Red Hots.
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