Most places smell like baking pies, cookies and bread at this time of year. They also tend to smell like fir, balsam or other evergreen trees or wreaths.
Not the Bogie household. More precisely, not Bogie's bathroom. My bathroom, the downstairs bath, smells like dead mouse - again. I don't know why the inside of my bathroom wall has become the mice's version of heaven, but it has.
Oh, and my Christmas Rosemary tree? That's dead - completely - after only a couple of weeks. Obviously, it no longer smells good (and is out on the deck waiting for me to go dump it out of the pot.
And to prove the Bogie luck is in full force for even the smallest of things, this is the second time I've written this post. The first time, I was almost done, and there was a power flicker on my computer, which caused the post to be lost. The power flicker was nowhere else in the house - not even the microwave that loses the time if there is a slight dimming of the lights, not the TV (which is on) - nothing but my computer. And no, the UPS didn't even think about working, it's two years must be up.
Maybe I just better curl up with a book and wait for the next thing to go wrong (and yes, I really, really mean it when I tell Wichi Dude to dis-own us for a while).
Not a chance. First of all, you guys are too much fun. Second, you make us look good. :{)
Can't turn either of those down.
Luv Ya. And Merry Christmas.
Posted by: Wichi Dude | December 24, 2006 at 03:16 PM
I've never had any luck with the rosemary trees either. OTOH my neighbor has one planted in her front yard that's about knee high. Obviously I'm jealous.
Merry Christmas!
Posted by: rita | December 25, 2006 at 06:42 AM
Next year I'll know better anyway!
Posted by: bogie | December 25, 2006 at 07:12 AM