How many squirts does it take to get the bottom of a Febreze bottle? Because I'd like to have a good idea of how long it'll take me to be rid of this stuff I bought an unbearably long time ago.
Three (four) months ago I was looking to switch things up a little and veer off my usual lavender scented path. So I picked up something a little more exotic that made me feel dangerous and unpredictable. Maybe something Angelina Jolie would go for. It smelled fine in the store and I was excited to make my quaint abode smell like a freakin tropical paradise. But at home, spritzed on my couch, curtains, sheets, carpets, and hair, its scent nowhere near captivated my spirit or sent me straight to a Hawaiian beach.
False advertising, no?
Instead, every time I spray it I feel a little queasy, and like I'm surrounded by sweaty vacationers and old lady perfume. Not exactly what I want mingled all over my couch and pillows.
And yet despite the undesirable effect the odor has on me, I continue to spray it around my house because I can't let it go to waste. It must be used up, not thrown out! Only then can I go out and buy the scent I know and love.
This is the weirdo that is me. Rather than throw $3 in the trash can, I'd rather rip up those dollars bills into tiny minuscule pieces and scatter them around my house until I feel like vomiting.
There must be a scientific term for someone like this. Wasteaphobic? Manic thrifter?
All I know is that Angelina Jolie has no place in my home. She is heretofore forbidden to inspire any further decisions. Tisk, tisk Angie.