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I know this exact feeling. Part of our house smell is because of the cats, part because of the lack of cross breezes, part is the humidity. I want a house that smells like fresh air and herbs or at least freshly baked cookies. I've been on a mission of sprinkling the carpet with lavender oil scented baking soda and enzyme treating various spots of cat, er, attitude, all while chanting my mantra of, "Never again wall to wall carpeting."



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redfox is a small furry animal, but unfortunately not the sweet and adorable kind. she lives in an awfully large house with her black-bearded husband snarkout and marauding child jane.

see also: the hungry tiger

Dinner reports

More dinners.

Things I Cried Over

  • The Great British Sewing Bee.

  • Window washers.

  • Lilo and Stitch. Repeatedly.

  • "No one was with her when she died."

  • Slings and Arrows.
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