That's what it smelled like I did, but I swear it was just mouthwash.  I thought it was some guy's cologne, but nope, just me.

I don't work well against the clock.  At least not too often.  The reason I say this is because of a word game on Millsberry.  It's one of those "how many words can you make from these scrambled letters?" sort of deal.  I'm devoting some Sudoku time to that now, because it's a kid game, and if I can't master the basics, that's not cool.  (I've hardly gotten past the first round).  I'd rather have somewhat intelligent conversations than try to fit people into my number grid (really, when I've worked on Sudoku over a weekend, everything becomes numbers to me).

Tonight, Amber and I are looking at another place.  I won't bother with details unless it works out, but is a basement apartment, and we're excited about it.

Amber's Narcissus is like a weed.  She left it hibernating in the fridge for a few weeks, and since she's taken it out, it's grown by leaps and bounds.  It's literally grown inches a day, and is flowering like crazy.  More people would probably 'garden' if this were more often the case.  I know I can be impatient in many areas, and that I can't expect or even hope to see the blooms in my lifetime (but it's sure refreshing/amazing when that happens, isn't it?)  Also, the Narcissus has a very strong smell- I'd compare it to citronella and a general 'earthy' scent.  It really surprised us.