I am having my basement carpet cleaned right now, so that my entire family can come over for Thanksgiving on Thursday and track mud and drippy gravy all over it. For some reason, the lemon smell is making me hungry. I feel like I'm in college and my annoying neighbors across the hall are smoking pot (again! without bothering with such annoyances as, oh I don't know, TOWELS ALONG THE BASE OF THE DOOR FRAME SO THAT THE ENTIRE HALLWAY DOES NOT TURN INTO A GIANT CLAM BAKE). It's that feeling where you're suddenly hungry and you don't know why.
Hey -- pot could be the greatest carpet cleaner ever. You never know.