So, those of you who take the time to read my ramblings know that, in addition to being a genius, my husband, The Furry Guy, is very frugal. He is the guy at the auction that buys that box of junk for $1. He usually either finds other uses for things or parts them out for scrap.
On Saturday he bought a box of stuff at an auction. One of the things in the box was something in a glass bottle labeled "Room Scent." I was on the phone with him when he warned me that he "sprayed it three times and it really smelled the place up." What an understatement! I got home about 45 minutes later and gagged. It's a really strong rose scent. We laughed about it and agreed that we needed to simply get rid of it.
Today I mentioned that our burnables were starting to smell. Some of the things that get tossed in the burn box have food stuff stuck to them, so the hot weather makes it smell a bit fairly quickly. A few minutes later The Furry Guy walks into the room where I'm working and says, "Did it follow me in?"
Seems he decided that there wasn't enough stuff to burn so he sprayed the stuff with the "Room Scent" in order to mask the smell. Two squirts. Later, when I was in the kitchen, I realized that our burn box now smells like rotting roses. :yuck: I told him I really preferred the other smell--you know, the basic rot without the rose overtones.
Twenty minutes later I'm in the kitchen and I smell a really strong raspberry scent. I asked The Furry Guy why the kitchen smelled like raspberry, and he said, "I sprayed the berry Lysol to cover up the rose stuff."
I'm convinced he's engaged in chemical warfare against me. I have hidden the "Room Spray," telling him he cannot be trusted with it. The berry Lysol is next.
And, yes, I warned him I'd be sharing this tale.
On Saturday he bought a box of stuff at an auction. One of the things in the box was something in a glass bottle labeled "Room Scent." I was on the phone with him when he warned me that he "sprayed it three times and it really smelled the place up." What an understatement! I got home about 45 minutes later and gagged. It's a really strong rose scent. We laughed about it and agreed that we needed to simply get rid of it.
Today I mentioned that our burnables were starting to smell. Some of the things that get tossed in the burn box have food stuff stuck to them, so the hot weather makes it smell a bit fairly quickly. A few minutes later The Furry Guy walks into the room where I'm working and says, "Did it follow me in?"
Seems he decided that there wasn't enough stuff to burn so he sprayed the stuff with the "Room Scent" in order to mask the smell. Two squirts. Later, when I was in the kitchen, I realized that our burn box now smells like rotting roses. :yuck: I told him I really preferred the other smell--you know, the basic rot without the rose overtones.
Twenty minutes later I'm in the kitchen and I smell a really strong raspberry scent. I asked The Furry Guy why the kitchen smelled like raspberry, and he said, "I sprayed the berry Lysol to cover up the rose stuff."
I'm convinced he's engaged in chemical warfare against me. I have hidden the "Room Spray," telling him he cannot be trusted with it. The berry Lysol is next.
And, yes, I warned him I'd be sharing this tale.