Asthma runs in my family and so when my friend showed up at my house smelling like smoke I had a bit of a panic attack.
I seriously looked like one of those police dogs that search for drugs, as I smelled her up and down.
Below is the conversation that took place.
Me: “Hi…Wait I smell smoke. I am serious, you smell like smoke.” I said as I started sniffing her.
Friend: “Are you seriously sniffing me? I don’t smoke.”
Me: “Someone that lives with you must smoke.”
Friend: “My boyfriend smokes.”
Me: “Can you change your outfit before you play with the girls?”
Friend: Oh my god. Really?”
Me: “Yea really.”
We head upstairs to my closet and I grab the first two things off of the shelf, which ended up being a pair of maternity sweat pants, and a fancy shirt.
She goes into the bathroom, changes, and comes out looking ridiculous.
Friend: “What the hell am I wearing? These pants are huge and they don’t even match the shirt.”
Me: “ You look fine.” I said through muffled laughter.
Friend: “ Are these maternity pants? Am I wearing your maternity pants?
Me: “Uh yea, I think so. Just wear it and let’s go play with the girls.”
I thought my friend was going to kill me but I am paranoid about smoke and don’t want the girls anywhere near it. Thankfully, she is a good sport. I am sure there will be payback one day when she has kids.