You can leave your face masks at the door!

So... I got this as a present from a co-worker/friend this morning...

   ... with chocolate, of course.  This friend reads my blog (dangerous, right?) and my first thought was "Wow.. this chick really GETS me." and "Huh... I wonder if I talk about poop stink too much?  Nah.".  She told me she saw these and thought of me and that now I could make my home smell like I had been cheerily baking all sorts of wonderful delights while getting loads of laundry done, folded, and neatly put away... in 10 seconds flat.  No flame to tempt little fingers and no poisonous oil to swallow.  I love her.

   Lets face it folks... my wigglers can create some... oppressive odors.  I'm talking commy red star wearing, feudal farm working, google-is-the-devil kind of oppressive.  Between Sass's stash of skid-marked atrocities; that little liar, the Diaper Genie; the dishes that didn't make it into last night's load; and Hubbs's gym bag... well... break out the gas masks.  (Nope... I NEVER make stinks.)  And, of course, being the holidays, people want to come by and sit a spell... in the smell.  It lurks beneath the fresh piney scent of our spruce, waiting for unsuspecting victims to inhale through their nose.

Maybe now my Mom won't make "that face" when she walks through the door?  :)