So who remembers the shrimp that my significant other bartered for? Anyone? Well, Sir Procrastinates-a-lot failed to make use of it in good time. Yeah, so my kitchen smelled simply divine this afternoon. The good Sir disposed of the smell-fish.

But you know how some smells have a tendency to...linger? Well my maniacal scrubbing hand would have none of it. Lysol is a sweet perfume!