I've been terrible this week. Please forgive me.

I had every intention of posting, once a day this week.

Really, I did. Somehow or another I managed not to though.

Whoops. 

Currently, our apartment smells like tuna-fish. I didn't make

tuna-fish though. In fact, I've not made tuna-fish since we moved

into this apartment. Actually, now that I think about it, I don't

even think we own a can of tuna-fish. Riddle me that. Oh, Provo.

I think apartments should come with neighbor warnings. They 

have "neighborhood warning" signs but no one ever tells you

that you're about to have a terribly smelly neighbor that will

make your air-fresheners sweat just to work properly. 

Smell the burn! Or that every time your house is cleaned 

and they want to eat your house will suddenly tell you the 

outcome of that meal, good or bad. Yuck!

I'm not trying to complain. But let's be honest with ourselves, 

who likes to open up their front door to a tidal wave assault on their

nostrils? I certainly don't and yet I am, constantly. It's more than a

daily basis, because I leave the house more than once a day. 

The real problem we're faced with is the confronting of said

smelling-apartment-next-door-dwelling neighbor. How would a

conversation of sniffic proportions go? 

"Hey, there neighbor...."

anything that follows would promptly be followed by:

insert foot in mouth.

To put it delicately, we have one rank-o-licious neighbor.

I've seen her once. I've smelt her on a regular basis.

It's not gossip or hearsay. Just facts.

Girlfriend, would you mind freshening up your cooking

just a tad, or dousing your apartment with fabreeze 

every once in a while? My nose can't take it anymore

and I have the worst sniffer around. 

youch. 

Oh well, you live and you learn. Then you budget for

extra glade plug-ins to make your home smell like home.

I've been terrible this week. Please forgive me.

I had every intention of posting, once a day this week.

Really, I did. Somehow or another I managed not to though.

Whoops. 

Currently, our apartment smells like tuna-fish. I didn't make

tuna-fish though. In fact, I've not made tuna-fish since we moved

into this apartment. Actually, now that I think about it, I don't

even think we own a can of tuna-fish. Riddle me that. Oh, Provo.

I think apartments should come with neighbor warnings. They 

have "neighborhood warning" signs but no one ever tells you

that you're about to have a terribly smelly neighbor that will

make your air-fresheners sweat just to work properly. 

Smell the burn! Or that every time your house is cleaned 

and they want to eat your house will suddenly tell you the 

outcome of that meal, good or bad. Yuck!

I'm not trying to complain. But let's be honest with ourselves, 

who likes to open up their front door to a tidal wave assault on their

nostrils? I certainly don't and yet I am, constantly. It's more than a

daily basis, because I leave the house more than once a day. 

The real problem we're faced with is the confronting of said

smelling-apartment-next-door-dwelling neighbor. How would a

conversation of sniffic proportions go? 

"Hey, there neighbor...."

anything that follows would promptly be followed by:

insert foot in mouth.

To put it delicately, we have one rank-o-licious neighbor.

I've seen her once. I've smelt her on a regular basis.

It's not gossip or hearsay. Just facts.

Girlfriend, would you mind freshening up your cooking

just a tad, or dousing your apartment with fabreeze 

every once in a while? My nose can't take it anymore

and I have the worst sniffer around. 

youch. 

Oh well, you live and you learn. Then you budget for

extra glade plug-ins to make your home smell like home.