tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717133130395779747.post6993080142101388241..comments2023-10-09T04:30:34.634-04:00Comments on wit, words, & the Word: Smelly Lies, Part TwoWit, Words, & the Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369770890689242577noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717133130395779747.post-18805694999673326232011-11-01T10:32:25.428-04:002011-11-01T10:32:25.428-04:00Almost every night when John and I go to bed I rea...Almost every night when John and I go to bed I realize that we haven't spoken much that day. We come home, we make dinner, we chat a bit and the tv gets turned on. I think we use the 'noise' of the everyday distractions as our anesthesia. We become numb and comotose in front of that box. It helps to block out our true feelings, helps to block out the worry... until it's turned off. So we keep filling our heads with noise and then wonder why we can't sleep when it's so quiet!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717133130395779747.post-632762078851383122011-10-01T10:37:12.732-04:002011-10-01T10:37:12.732-04:00When we still lived in the country, a mouse (or ot...When we still lived in the country, a mouse (or other small critter) died in a wall. My husband's solution? He sprayed apple air freshener to "hide" the smell. To this day I can't stand the smell of that spray because as soon as I get a whiff, I automatically smell the dead critter too. Those Febreeze commercials make me crazy, and I like the spiritual application you have drawn. You're getting kinda personal--and I love it.Patty Kyrlachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12973917888863433765noreply@blogger.com