Last night I came home. Heaved my bike up the front steps and unlocked the first door. Rolled my Schwinn clunker into the portico. Unlocked the second door. Opened the second door.
Wham.
It hit me.
"What is that smell?" I said out loud, though my roommate had left for the airport hours before.
Let the search begin. I turned every light in the house on with absolute certainty that the culprit would be illuminated. Cat puke, maybe, or a dead mouse. I wanted to be prepared so I imagined the worst.
I vacuumed, dusted, opened windows, looked under every piece of furniture...nothing. The cat playfully rolled around on the floor, grabbing my attention. I glared at him. He glared back, daring me to find evidence to prove his guilt.
Still nothing. So I went to bed.
This morning I didn't smell anything weird. Even this evening everything smells normal. Has the smell gone? Or...(horror scream!) have I become one of those people who doesn't know her house stinks!
My Aunt and Cousin are visiting this weekend. Will they love me enough to be honest?
Haha! A fate worse than death!
ReplyDeleteNo bad smell. In fact, the smell of fresh strawberry rhubarb pie still makes my mouth water! And yes, I love you enough to be honest. Honest!
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