Strange Days, indeed

I watched the oddest TV commercial tonight, for a product I won't need to name, once I'm done. I hope. The product promised to remove odours from rooms filled with  rotting, mouldy food/poopy pets/I don't even want to know.. "Contestants" were blind-folded, and led into this truly disgusting messy room, clearly odorous, BUT the miracle product had been used. The players didn't smell a thing! Isn't that great?? The product REMOVES smells! Um, our scent sense was developed to warn us of bad stuff. Like mould. Like rotten, shitz producing food. Like feces, for cryin' out loud! What about the SOURCE of the smell, how do we eliminate that??

Why in blooody heck aren't we just cleaning up instead? I mean, hello. It's like we're being encouraged to be total slobs or something. Let's get on "Canada's Dirtiest House"! Tonight, on HGTV! WEIRD. Heck, "my" house has been very well qualified as a showcase of filth for years, but I sure didn't want a spray to mask how yucky it was. That's just wrong.
My husband used the product once, in this fairly (okay, mostly incredibly) stinky house. My lungs said NO. They just closed when I smelled that stuff. I'd rather know what I'm breathing, myself.
Maybe it's just me.


My nose is the happiest it's been in a LONG time! The ecological disaster has been (mostly) eradicated!
No products have been used that are designed to kill my scent sniffer.

My Nose being so tiny and delicate and all.

Not.

Wha's your favourite smell?
For me, cinnamon. Cinnamon rules.
Horses are second, by a nose.
Huge hugs to all who continue to bravely ping here. Your pings mean a lot. My pingolator has pretty much croaked.
OH, and Butch is still avidly reading.

It takes him forever to turn the pages, poor old dear. He hit 55 this year, and has earned his honourable retirement.