I have learned to like my own sweat - or at least appreciate it. It was working quite nicely with the breeze when I was picking blueberries today.
However, hugging a salty, sweaty DH who has just come back from a ride (we don't necessarily ride at the same time) - no can do. DH has noticed and now makes fun of me for it - i.e. walking towards me like he's going to hug me. If he would learn the virtue of washing his bike clothes after ever ride, I might be a little less averse. As it is, he's RANK!
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