Non-recourse loans.  Which Jon was trying to explain to me at 6:30 this morning (maybe that’s why I didn’t get it).

More importantly and equally confusing is why in the hell they call this baby’s breath.

I pulled a Marlo this morning and spent 30+ minutes crawling around our house trying to figure out where the stench was coming from.  It seemed to follow me so much so that I brushed my teeth again and smelled my clothes trying to solve the mystery.  It wasn’t me.  It was those stinky ass “flowers”.  Isn’t baby’s breath supposed to be sweet and perfect and lovely?

I don’t get it.  From now on they will be called morning breath instead.