So a certain tweenage girl has decided that to rid the house of the smell of her pet mouse, she must spray cheap perfume all over the house. And I mean ALL OVER. rxfastfind.com
*choke*
I came home from class this evening to find the horrid scent wafting through the front door. My nose wrinkled in disgust. This wasn't gonna help my allergies at ALL. I made Kev open all the windows and doors, as well as turn on some fans. Never mind that it's frickin' cold outside and that it's the windiest day of the year. The house reeks!
I think I spent well over an hour in the garage just waiting it out. While I was at it, I started cleaning the garage. What the heck is wrong with me? Oh well, I guess it was as good of an excuse as any to tidy up the messiest area of our home.
I was hungry for dinner, but I was being driven outta my own home by the sickening smell of "champagne". It's still pretty bad right as I type this... hope I can survive the night.
I just looked at Kev and said, "Hey, she's not *MY* kid, I dunno where she gets her crazy ideas."