The Smell of my House

As I titled this blog, I said to myself, "wow, that could actually be the title of a profound blog entry", but alas, it is not. The smell of my house is Sakura Blossom-- don't ask me what that is, but my house smells like it. In fact, the sweatshirt I am wearing smells of Sakura Blossom.

"Why?" You would ask me...

Well, I somehow spilt some perfume. The kind of perfume that you stick those little wooden sticks in and they allow a fluttering scent out into the house. Usually, the scent is faint, but not yesterday or today.....You see, I spilt this perfume on our couch. BLAST! Fortunately, it was our Ikea couch and I washed the cover, but it made all my cloths smell the same, so now, my nose hairs are permanently soaked with sakura blossom and my head hurts.

My parents are up for a visit and my mom keeps saying "I like the smell", well, I like the smell too, but not when it hits my taste buds. Blah.

Not sure why I wrote this little story. Oh Wait! I know why. It's because I'm sitting right next to the couch trying not to breath out of fear my lungs might sizzle by the fumes of Sakura Blossom.


On the bright side, here are some pics. Just because.


These are pics of our homemade Eggplant Parmesan. All the ingredients from our garden, except the cheese. It was one of the best things I have ever tasted.





And here is the cuteness of Charlie.