3 words...pure vanilla extract!

Lay a bunch a around the office in small bowls, it will absorb the stank! Hopefully, by Monday it'll be back to normal. Warning tho, you and your co-workers might have a strange craving for cake.

Well, at least you know what you'll be doing on Sunday, apology cake making 101 at Dana's house.


Party on!
 

Thanks Karebear!! Appearantly, I'm not the first one to pull this particular boner.




;)

I will make my way posthaste to the store! Happy Friday!
 

Cat Shaving? Hmm.
Vodka. MMMM.
 

Ha! Just making sure you were paying attention. :)
Tor -- do you know the pleasures of rasp vodka and lemonade?! I still have some of your beautiful Pineapple vodka... although -- the weekend hasn't even started yet!
 

Do YOU know the pleasures of homemade infused strawberry vodka with lemonade? I thinks I need to send you a batch of the Ladybug Juice. ;) ..
 

ladybug juice... sounds wonderful! Homemade vodka -- isn't that illegal? :D
 

that weekend sounds awesome. when I come visit, can we do all those things?
 

Absolutely. When can I expect you?
:)
 

you had me at vodka...

: )
 

Duct tape and pringles cans as fashion photography equipment? Wow, cool! Oh, wait... maybe that's not what you meant. I'll just put that down and step away.

You spend your free time planning how you'd like to use your free time... and then it's gone. But that's what free time is. If you schedule something, there it goes, ahead of time. No longer free. It's best to keep your options open, procrastinate, and free up as much as possible. I try not to pay attention during this period. Then when things get done, I can be pleasantly surprised with myself. "Oh, look! They turned the electricity back on! I must have paid the bill. Go me."

I'm sorry to hear of your stenchy office. It's brutal. There is only one thing I hate more. Rank BO overlaid with rank perfume. I worked in a hippie organic sort of environment... and wow. My eyes water just thinking of it. Nothing like drowning in a 95 degree sea of sweaty patchouli, with tiny bells jingling whenever anyone sneezes (which is often) and pervasive frenetic sitar music - not the peaceful kind, the wacked-out-I-just-had-Turkish-coffee-and-I'm-killing-my-sitar kind.
 

"Nothing like drowning in a 95 degree sea of sweaty patchouli, with tiny bells jingling whenever anyone sneezes (which is often) and pervasive frenetic sitar music - not the peaceful kind, the wacked-out-I-just-had-Turkish-coffee-and-I'm-killing-my-sitar kind."

LOL!! Sounds heavenly. I love patchouli, but for chrissakes PLEASE people - bathe first. I work with (not on a regular basis - phew!) a couple of women who have no clue how much perfume to apply. Ladies, I realize that smoking deadens your sense of smell but there's a reason they don't sell cologne in gallon jugs. I can literally smell one of them before I hear her coming.
 

Hah. I love patchouli, too. It reminds me of smoking pot on a rainy Sunday afternoon after sleeping in with my (first ever) boyfriend Steve. It also reminds me of frolicking on the grass and gazing at clouds, and dancing at Dead shows, and sitting in my car unable to drive from laughing and not being able to remember why. Patchouli is the near-end of my youth. It's tan shoulders and flimsy cotton dresses and friendship bracelets and tattoos and breathless first kisses and invincible sex. It's me when I was just barely ripened and swaying coyly on a vine, naively confident, idiotically happy at times. It's all those beautiful people I never slept with... and a few I did. :)
Heady stuff.
How is the blackened popcorn stench? It'll probably fade into the background and only come out when they turn the heat back on in November.