Nea and I are hiding out at the shop on our usual day off. Eric decided to fertilize all our plants in the apartment. With eggshell water. From a Looza juice jar that has been quietly lurking under our sink for over one year. Do you know what year old eggshell water smells like? Oh, you don't? Let me explain:
Imagine you are at a flea market in 101 degree heat when you saunter up to a row of porto-potties that have not been cleaned for 5 days. Unaware of this fact, you open the door to one and die.