A friend of mine is trying to kill me with dryer sheets. If I didn't have a "don't use people's names on my blog" policy, I'd tell you who so when I die you can tell the police, but alas...
It's true. When I told her this morning that dryer sheets are toxic and they are Killing us Slowly (...Strumming my pants with its fragrance...Stealing my life with its scent...killing me slowly with its Linalool killing me sloooowlyyy...) she insisted I provide sources for my claim:
Claim: Sourced. Now to my friend's arguement. It was basically this: They can't be toxic. The Government wouldn't allow companies to use the ingredients if they were bad for us.
Moving on...The Humpty Dance came on 90's on 9 this morning, and I couldn't bring myself to change the station. I just couldn't. What's WRONG with me?