Last night I was hugging Jon when I noticed he smelled…different…fragrant.  So I made the astute observation. “You smell different – like cologne or perfume…”   He thought for a moment then exclaimed “Oh! It must be this!” as he raised an arm so I could sniff his deodorant. Which I did. Without thinking about how odd it was to have my nose buried in my husband’s armpit. At least he was wearing a shirt. And, well, deodorant.