there is one slight snag, saddly. (well. two. you have to open the fridge to access the knife drawer. it's kinda wedged in there a bit. slight draw-back, nothing to complain about. much.)
the real snag is the mystery smell that kills me every time i walk in the door. naturally.
let me try to explain what this smell is like.
in high school it seemed like Trident fruity gum was pretty much the thing. especially the Tropical Twist flavor. i was never real big on the fruity flavors (the fruit/mint thing freaks my mouth out and i can't get past that. fruity sweetness just wasn't meant to be minty fresh. cool cucumber? no thanks. if we're going to go sweet just give me straight up candy.)
but all my pals (well, some of my pals) thought this gum was the bomb.
here was the real twist to this particular trident gum: the after-breath is murder. (if you do not believe me i dare you to try it out. after lunch give some one a slice and once they have chewed it and finished ask them a question and breath in deeply. you'll see.)
well. that's it. that's what our apartment smells like. that and a little musk and you have it!
i put in some wallflowers. not happenin. i keep the windows open until my teeth are chattering at night. (too cold = not happenin either.) i keep the garbage out and lysol it. (to make it un-stinky.) and i have checked all cleaning supplies to be sure i have not stepped into an unknown trap like becca who ran into that snag twice. (i'm pretty sure that's not the case. unless my lysol is leaving a fruity-stinky-you-know-what-after-smell. in that case. gross.)
i am a little bit obsessed about apartment smells. (as in i don't want it to smell. unless it smells good. in that case - ok.) this is killing me.
someone put me out of my misery. what, oh what, do i spray/plug/set off to get this place neutralized? (and i'm not real sure i should be "setting off" anything. but hey, i might give it a whirl.)
p.s. not real sure if i should include this little tid-bit. but.... well. anyway - we might have watched Slumdog Millionaire. and we maybe really really liked it.
p.p.s. another aftereffect of the move is that i have totally misplaced every single nail file (well. i i guess i only had two.) and every freakin single nail clippers (jason had about ninety-nine of those.) what the?