The lengths to which we'll go to fragrance our surroundings.
So I woke up the other day, slowly. Drifted in and out; and, mmmmm...the bedroom smelled lovely...
Lovely. But, wait a minute...that scent is not orange, like the reed diffuser. Not ginger-eucalyptus, like the linen spray. Not passion fruit-apple, like the yummy soap in the underwear drawer. More like lavender vanilla. Delicious, but incongruous.
Rubbed the sleep from my eyes, stepped into flip-flops; headed into the living room to let the dogs out.
Lovely! The living room smelled even more lovely.
Dogs came in; headed to the kitchen for their breakfast. And, oh my. Did the kitchen smell super-lovely! Something was very, very wrong. And it appeared to be coming from the laundry room. Aha:
Ooh. Mess. SOMEONE wrestled the lavender vanilla detergent from the top of the washer. But, who?
Note the sticky, spiky, laundry detergent tail...
Laundry room needs an overhaul. Feline needs a bath - but at least he's already soapy. I should be furious.
But how can I be furious, when he's SO cute?
