scratch and sniff

This year I am all about the natural flea treatments because a) we didn't really have a winter so bugs are supposed to be really bad this summer and b) there's only so much Frontline you can buy before you land squarely in the poorhouse (plus, it's really poison, you know?)

So, this morning, I was putting some citrus-y essential oil on everybody when Micah jumped up and knocked the bottle on me. I took, like, three showers and I still smell like a huge lemon seven hours later.

sigh.