Crying CoCo Tears

As I type this the thick sweet cloying smell of my Coco Chanel is wafting off my hands. Ethan went in my bathroom and dropped my favorite perfume. Of course it shattered in a million stinky pieces. So my house smells really good, and I am crying because it was a Christmas present and I know I won't spend the money to replace it.. So I guess I better enjoy the overpowering fragrance while it still is leached into my grout. Maybe I could roll around on the tile each morning..hmm?