Tuesday, January 5, 2010

New House

I think my nose might be broken. And no not the broken that requires a doctor. We moved recently. I gained 1500 sq feet which is amazing. But I lost my brand new, newly designed by me, by scratch, kitchen. It was traded in for 70's retro nightmare. Electric stove in gold, original double electric ovens in gold and an original dishwasher. I have gotten used to but, haven't stopped complaining about the stove and ovens. And I really dont mind the dishwasher. It cleans the dishes but is a little smaller than the newer one I left behind in the old house.
So back to why my nose must be broken. The last two mornings The Fireman has had the habit of smelling the coffee cups. Each and every one. Then he proceeds to pick one out and rinse it over and over. Dry and re smell. He claims they smell like detergent. I smell them and proceed to fill with coffee. So the only thing I can think of, is that my daughter is using too much dishwasher detergent in the very old machine. Or, my nose is broken...

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