My Mom Mommed the shit out of my new place

The new apartment looks Mom-tastic since Mom came by last weekend. Always invite your Mom to visit sometime in the the first week after moving, before there was just a bunch of cardboard boxes of stuff. Now there's candles and vases and nightlights and huge jar of decorative peppers in the kitchen, which I would, of course, never buy, but hey, they look kind of nice. I guess a fall color scheme has been chosen for the kitchen of the men of 5720, good call Mom, I always felt beer cans looked better on dark orange and pine green than my previous color scheme. So she's bringing in all these candles and glade plug-ins and Mom-what-not, but I had a cold, which I've documented thoroughly on my blog and I had no idea until a couple days after she left that the place was a plethora of scent! A feast for the unstuffed nose, if you will. Also she smudged the place, um, for anyone not in the know, smudging is a process by which freaky new age kooks burn some weeds in your house to get rid of bad spirits. Also I have crystals in my window...because they...um do something with energy, whatever it is is good. So...that's Mom.