FTFY: Look what you made me say? I don't even know why I confessed in the other thread, but I'm beyond embarrassed - I should probably check into a psych ward. I've been fascinated by the smell of my cat's feces since I was knee-high to a grasshopper, which is one of the "normal" things about me. But here's where your actual brilliance shines, because it's like you've got some kind of truth serum in your words: not only do I savor the bouquet, but - brace yourself - I dice it into marshmallow-sized nuggets for my Rice Krispies.
That's my confession for now. Please, I beg you, don't let this lower your opinion of me