There's a smell in the kitchen. Not like chicken.
We have sniffed.
We have investigated.
We have scrubbed:
the garbage cans
the lids of the garbage cans
the refrigerator shelves
the things on the refrigerator shelves
the underneath of the refrigerator (as far as we could reach)
the floor
the toaster oven
the microwave
the dishwasher
And still--peeuw.
It's not like this hasn't happened before. And eventually—ohmigod no wonder!—we figured out what it was.
We will this time too.
Meanwhile, why I can't stop smoking: It smells better than whatever that is.
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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6 comments:
Probably something dead. It could be a dead body. In the walls, or the air ducts for the building. The corpse could be anywhere in the building. I see a lot of this sort of thing on CSI. What about in that water tower? Or maybe a dead pet that hasn't been refridgerated lately?
I think it is a mouse. There's a mouse in the house. And it STINKS. If you want to know why I didn't eat dinner, ask the mouse. If you want to know why I didn't unload the dishwasher, ask the mouse. If you want to know why I didn't make coffee, ask the mouse. I won't go in there. Why? Ask the mouse.
Reason I can't stop smoking today: The mouse is unresponsive.
I smell a rat. But, we've been smelling really stinky rats for the last five years. You probably just got used to it. So, my theory is what you're smelling is coming from outside, and you're just noticing it more now with all the windows open because of the hot weather. I tried to add a super great picture of a dead rat to this comment, but my technological skills are limited.
I still think it's a dead body. I saw a CSI once where the wife hid her husband's lover whom she had murdered in a juke box, and nobody thought to look there for, like, forever. You might check that odd assortment of trunks that you found in the basement. It could be, like, a really OLD dead body, just now getting ripe again because of the hot weather. You could also e-mail Jerry Bruckheimer and ask him where he thinks the body is. I know his massuse. Her name is Zoya. I could ask her to ask him. I mean, let's get with the program, here. Of course, I could just ask Brad to play Achilles and come bust up the walls. Maybe the body is in the walls. Like I said.
No wonder! It was those rotten organic potatoes at the bottom of the basket. Which just goes to show that rotting vegetable matter can smell just as bad as rotting flesh. Especially, as one of you pointed out, in this heat. I know some of you were hoping it was Karl Rove. . .
Karl Rove...rotten potatoes. What's the dif?
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