Every time I walk in this house it smells different. The roomies looovvvee their candles and go through at least 1 a week. Well, today when I walked in the door I was hit with a new smell. A bad smell. bad. bad. bad. After I got over this trauma caused by almost passing out from STINK, Sara Katherine informed me that she happened to have all the ingredients needed for this homemade stovetop potpourri. (totalskmove)
Well either I have become immune to the smell or the potpourri did work. Either way- Brooke is never allowed to cook swordfish again.
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