I'm going to talk about a rather indelicate subject that kind of goes along with the small house thing I last blogged about: keeping one's bathroom fresh smelling.
We ran out of air freshener a while ago. I didn't buy any more right away because, quite frankly? The very reason we use it kind of ruins all of those scents for me. You know - like the "fresh linen" scent? Well after a while, it just smells like, "fresh linen covering up the I-just-used-and-abused-the-bathroom" scent. Which, in a small house, kind of creeps into rooms other than the bathroom.
You know what I'm saying?
Oh - I didn't use and abuse the bathroom. No, sir. I'm pretty sure my poopies smell like a spring breeze.
It's another family member that abuses the bathroom on a regular basis.
So, the other day I bought a new scent, hoping for the best:
I knew it wasn't going to work out the way I had hoped when Zuddy came out of the loo saying in his best Australian accent, "Gah. It smells like someone took a crap in a New Zealand Spring!"