I decided that egg salad sounded like a Good Thing for dinner. I boiled eggs. Just as that certain odor was wafting it's way through the house, I realized that there was a very stinky boy who needed a diaper change. Finishing the task, I go to wash my hands only to discover that Sally had just funked up the litter box. It was at that moment that the doorbell rang. My only course of action before I answered the door was to grab the Glade and spray like mad. It kinda reminded me of that old commercial where the person said, "Now it smells like fish and roses".
This would be a good place for a stick-up.
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I remember that smell well! No spray has yet to be invented to conquer that smell!
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