My house stinks. My nose itches. My head aches.
Eli went to a birthday party on Saturday and came home with a gift from the birthday boy. An incense burner. Ugh.
I used to burn incense when I was young--seems like all teens "need" to go through this phase, but as the years pass the ol' schnozz gets more and more sensitive to the stench--oh I mean scent--that eminates from his boudoir. Now I allow this practice, knowing that it will not last more than a couple weeks--please oh, please--and frankly, it makes my boychick think he's grown up. And cool. Ok. At least I got to put the kibosh on the dreadful Axe perfume.
9 comments:
Cologne. You mean Axe Cologne.
I'm so sorry you have to live with that stench. I HATE incense. He-LLO headache!
I can still smell Drakkar Noir at times. Ish.
it could be worse. his room could smell like pot...
Hannah has a VERY excellent point.
If I never smell Eternity again it will be too soon.
Isn't incense supposed to COVER the smell of pot? I think Hannah might be on to something...
I think if his room smelled like pot, I would be forced to leave the door OPEN!
Yeah, because having the door open would be at the top of your worries.
No, because I LIKE that smell!
I agree! What's up with that?
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