The fumes from boiling down all those loose herbs have seeped into every crack in my kitchen.
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And I have no idea how one goes about airing out a house in the middle of winter in Alaska.
Especially when all that boiling is just going to have to happen again.
And again. And again. And again.
Because if this works - boiling down loose herbs is going to become a constant in my life.
And the resale value of my condo is going to plummet.
I'm wondering how long I can keep Mr. Fix-It away from my place.
How long I can convince him that we should simply hang out at his place.
Because the stink here right now? Not something I want to have to explain.
To him, or to my upstairs neighbors.
This had better be worth it.
Because I am officially THAT girl.
The one with a stinky house.
I just hope this stuff doesn't start seeping out of my pours too.
I really don't want to be the stinky girl.
