Letterman ain't got nothin' on us

A snippet of the comedy which is a way of life at our house:

After my shower last night, I decided to try a sample of some lotion that I'd received after a recent purchase at L'Occitane. As I slathered the Honey and Lemon Delightful cream on my parched legs (going from heater to air conditioner back and forth does a number on your skin, whod'vethunkit?), I noted that the scent was not quite what I expected--rather unpleasant and overpowering, which is uncharacteristic of L'Occitane products. "Oh well," I thought. "I'm just going to bed".

A few minutes later, as I'm laying in bed, watching David Letterman, Kevin enters the room. As soon as he opens the bedroom door, he stops dead in his tracks.

"Sniff, sniff," he smelled loudly.
"What's the matter?" I ask.
"I smell cat pee" Kevin exclaimed.
"Oh no!" I bark as we both glare at the only cat who can get beyond the baby gate and into our bedroom--Molly.
I start to sniff and don't smell a thing. Then, I remember the offensive lotion that I have caked on my legs.
"Oh! I'll bet it's my lotion...here take a whiff," as I pull back the covers and offer up one of my offensive legs to Kevin to smell.
"Yep...that's it", said Kevin
"What is that stuff?" he sputtered, gasping for air. "Feral: by Calvin Klein?"