The Modern Love Machine has a horrible sense of smell, which he says comes in handy as a high school teacher. He probably also appreciates his poor sense of smell when the house has a particularly unpleasant odor, as it seems to today. I, on the other hand, am completely frustrated that he can’t smell what I smell and that I can’t seem to explain to him what I smell, nor figure out where the smell is coming from. And of course he can’t help me locate the smell when he can’t smell it himself.

Oh well, he’s in the kitchen attempting his first-ever batch of French macarons, so I guess he gets a pass this time. Maybe the scent of the baking macarons will overcome what I’m smelling.