Burning Nostrils: Only a Typical Girl's Night In

Last night I had the rare pleasure of enjoying a girl's night in with my sister. We live together, but are hardly ever home at the same time for extended periods, so this was a treat.

In honor of this glorious event, we made enchilada's and guacamole for dinner. Homemade. The only way to do it. The enchiladas cooked up perfectly. Cheese bubbling and crisping on top of oodles of sauce and low-carb tortillas (we cut the fat where we can) filled with shredded chicken, cheese, and more sauce. The delectable scent alone was enough to cause us to start salivating. That is, if Laura hadn't decided to clean her bathroom.

I know what you are thinking. How could this be so bad? Normally, it wouldn't. But my sister is anything but normal. She has this theory that the more cleaning sprays, powders, and gels you use, the better the purging of the soap scum will be. This, however, is unfortunately not true. It only serves to create a stench so unpleasant to the nostrils that it sends one running for any source of fresh air they can find. We could hardly set foot into her room seconds after she poured the massive quantities of toxic liquids into her tub. It was almost unbearable. Of course, we had to shut the door to her bathroom and turn the fan on, in hopes of airing the place out. But that brilliant idea came to us later. After our leg gel debacle.

Yes, dear reader, leg gel. We discovered two packets of tired leg gel in the depths of one of my bathroom drawers. Eager to test them out, we ripped the packets open and drizzled the pepperminty pink gel all over our calves. As we began rubbing the slimy liquid into our skin, our nostrils began to burn again. Not from the Comet seeping from under Laura's bedroom door, but from the leg gel. Not only did our noses burn, but so did our legs. My guess is the leg gel relieves your sore & tired legs by lighting your skin on fire and poisoning you with noxious fumes. But that is only my guess. We left the leg gel on for about 20 minutes. Why? I cannot tell you. The fumes must have inhibited our ability to think properly. Finally we crawled our way to the bathroom, grabbed a wash cloth, lathered it in soap, and proceeded to cleanse our legs. To no avail. I'm afraid that leg gel is made of the same substance glue is. In fact, my leg still burns a little. And when I say burn, it is similar to Icy Hot, but at a much more intense level. Also, my jeans keep sticking to my skin. Not a good sign. Not to mention we put Biore strips on our noses, which if I'm going to do I might as well just get my faced waxed because I always feel like I'm stripping my face naked when I pull the strip off.

Despite the potentness of our apartment, singed legs, and baby-smooth faces, dinner was good and so was One Tree Hill. Yes, we are still teenagers in many ways.

I hope Laura didn't efixiate herself in her room last night. She has the master bedroom, which means she has the master bath. Extremely high fume content in there from her cleaning attempts....I'm sure you can imagine my concern.