I have one rule about food: If you can't chew through it, don't eat it.

I like the smells of spring and fall, and the ocean, if it's not too fishy. I love the sights, smells, and sounds of Christmas. I don't like the smell of clothes that have been left in the washing machine too long. And I'm not a big fan of perfumes or colognes anymore. At the end of the day, I want them off me! At 45, I'm so old and grouchy!

I have one rule about food: If you can't chew through it, don't eat it.

I like the smells of spring and fall, and the ocean, if it's not too fishy. I love the sights, smells, and sounds of Christmas. I don't like the smell of clothes that have been left in the washing machine too long. And I'm not a big fan of perfumes or colognes anymore. At the end of the day, I want them off me! At 45, I'm so old and grouchy!

It's even worse in the winter when you walk through a lot of snow and you end up with dozens of little chunks of ice clinging to your pants. You can't shake them off because they're frozen to the fabric. All you can do is hang them up and let the ice slowly melt.

One smell that really affects me is the smell of buring leaves. When I was growing up we had a lot of leaves in our yard every fall and we would rake them up into a big pile and burn them. These days I believe burning leaves is outlawed in most places, but every once in a while I'll get a whiff of leaves burning somewhere and it will instantly bring back all those memories.