...and never have been. Rance gave me a whole new reason why I don't like baby powder.
I could smell the lingering odor of powder all the way in the living room coming from my bathroom. Bri, Colton, and I wondered out loud what it could be from. We all knew at the same time; Rance! We jumped up and rushed to my room to find the bathroom door locked. He was using squares of toilet paper to 'clean up'. I choked on the powder in the air and could hardly speak to scold him. Not sure how he could even breath. He explained that he needed to powder his bottom. He got more than a powdered bottom... Bri and Colton quickly found out they share my allergic nose to any sort of dust or powder. My nose still itches. Trevor thought it was funny so I let him clean it up. Powder was on everything, including inside of Trevor's hunting boots. Not soo funny anymore. The deer will smell him coming a mile away.
