Forgetful husbands take a deep breath
I normally reserve my judgement for a while before I review these sort of things, but after this morning, I need not do that.<br /><br />So, there was this husband, he left a quarter of chopped red onion in an open trashcan in our 500 sq ft apartment. In the morning, I was nauseous. He took the trash out and within 30 minutes the room smelled like the too potent bounce from the other room again, not a mixture of that. The mild cat odor that dissipates with the fan didn't even need the fan. Between their fancy litter, the bounce and this little dude, we were covered. My only hope is that it keeps this up.
Rating: 5 stars