The Smell of Heaven

Recently while out I left my jacket behind. It is kinda like a sweat coat or perhaps better described as a hoodie without a hood. My friend Jesus sent me a text to say he got it and would hold it for me. Jesus is awesome - so aptly named too since he is so fine he is divine. I just got it back after about a month. I was out tonight with Russell and was wearing my jacket for the first time and all I could smell was Jesus. I am not sure if it is cologne, or soap, or detergent, or just his smell, as everyone has one, but there was no denying it was Jesus and I was in heaven!!! He always smells soooo good. I tried to be subtle - not a strong suit of mine - and and finally after repeatedly sniffing my jacket Russell finally caved and was like what the hell are you doing. "I smell Jesus!" was my emphatic reply. But I forgot to say it with a Spanish accent and so poor Russell was even more perplexed than ever with me. He said, "Dude I don't know what that means?" I replied, "It means I am in heaven!". Of course since I am my most favorite audience of all, I then burst into a fit of laughter. I finally calmed down enough to tell him all the back story. Russell rolled his eyes, which made me laugh more. He is a good man.