Last night I made pan seared salmon. Perfectly tasty, no big deal, but now the house smells like a bait shop at low tide. Ick.
Which reminds me, when I refer to a Secret Lady Place, it is a phrase I stole from MJ over at Infomaniac which in turns reminds me that when you Google the tantalizing term "mangina" (what? I suppose you haven't?) you turn up images similar to this:
Not that I'm bothered by this. Of course not.
Which in turn reminds me that Muscato is sneaking snacks in Oman during Ramadan when he should be fasting. It all comes together now, doesn't it?
Honey, I remain as lapsed Presbyterian as ever I was, no matter where I am in the world or whom I've had the temerity to marry.
ReplyDeletePresbies don't even fast during our own Lent, so it's not like I'm going out of my for somebody else's.
But still, you're right - it does feel very hole-and-corner, and I'm missing my nice big mug of black coffee. The thermos cap snuck under the desk is no substitute...
"Secret Lady Place" is TJB's creation, not mine!
ReplyDeleteIsn't it delightful?
By the way, your buttchops are now on view with all my other bitches.
ReplyDeleteIt is amazing how it all ties together! I'm not sure if that is a good thing . . . but it all comes together.
ReplyDeleteSome of us are reading this in the workplace. So that mangina shot induced a gasp that was heard 'round the office.
ReplyDeleteI'm not shirking duties; just taking a break. Oh. Try Febreze for post-fish soirees.
you know, other than opening up every window, not sure that smell will go away that quickly.
ReplyDeletealthough, you could boil some water with lemon oil and lemon rind.
if that doesn't work, throw some capers in it. it won't take the smell away, but THAT will make it all tie together.
I say torch the place. That will get rid of the fish smell
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