Wasting Thyme

The other day, our apartment smelled like cinnamon once more, but this time it wasn't Mr. Wuggidy's doing, but mine, thanks to a big bag of beautifully fragranced pine cones. I haven't gotten around to actually doing any decorating with them, but they still smell lovely, even in the bag.

Last night however, let's just say I found the wuggies with too much thyme on their hands.

Now it smells like... um... mixed spices.