I SWEAR I can hear the Ikea store calling my name.
Drats.
That was my plan today. Drive all the way west to Ikea. My ONLY holiday off without the kids.
Drats.
Boss told me Thursday that I had to come in & work today.
Drats.
I'm sure I could have protested in some form & maybe negoitated a half day?
Drats.
On the other hand, I'm thankful I have a job.
And have money.
To spend at Ikea on another day.
Smelly Shoe Fix!
Honestly, we have real good hygiene habits in my house, I can assure you of that! But, lets face it, living in paradise with 125% humidity can be a little trying sometimes ... my running shoes (which have NOT seen much running action for quite a while) get a little ripe smelling ... and oh man, you should smell the shoes that Hubby wears outside in the yard, patio, garage and boat that constantly get wet ... enough to suck the oxygen right out of your body ... whew! Then you have the Boy ... who works out pretty darn hard and doesn't always wear socks, nor does the Princess ... I mean, seriously, I've had to throw shoes away because you could smell them just sitting there. No one wants to be the person that people are wrinkling their nose at when they are walking by you! So when I saw the featured post for the Smelly Shoe Solution (and dang, I'm still trying to find the original post because I had no need to bookmark it, such a simple fix!) Yes. That's IT!...
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