The Bad Smell

9-5-09

This morning I woke up to a horrible smell. It was about 7am and Michael was leaving to run an errand. "What is that smell?" I asked. "What smell?" Michael, oblivious to the stench perforating my nostrils, left to go about his business. I went back to sleep because, well because I was tired. Upon waking for the second time, let's say it was 8am because that sounds better than the slacker time that I actually woke up, the bad smell was still there. I then reluctantly pulled my body away from the bed to get dressed for the day. I put on my clothes and shoes and tried to make sense of where that smell was coming from. We have 4 cats living in our house but the smell was distinctly human. Using all the detective skills I obtained from the mystery novels I read, I followed to scent to discover its source. After a hound dog sniffing of the upstairs I determined that the stench was coming from the downstairs area. At this point I decided I was really more hungry than disgusted by the smell so I got myself some cereal and sat down on the couch. Then I had to check my facebook account and my email and before I knew it an hour had passed. I really needed to get off the couch and complete my workout for the day. If Michael came home and I hadn't done anything he would be disappointed. So I popped in the video and started on my way to the fit train. Before the video was over Michael got home. He walked in and said, "What's that smell?"

At this point my olfactory senses kicked in and I realized that the smell was not only still there it had blossomed and become quite a beast. Somehow in my quest to accomplish something I had simply pushed the smell from my mind. Now that Michael had brought the offensive odor to light we needed to find that beast and tackle it. It could've been any number of things in the kitchen (the room our superior sniffers had led us to). It could have been the dishes stacked up in the sink, the garbage disposal, the dishwasher-half filled with dirty dishes, the garbage can, the pantry (might have some spoiled food), the cat's food or water bowls, the pile of miscellaneous materials on the island or even a mystery item that we couldn't put a finger on. This is not a comment on our housekeeping. I am just keeping it real for you. Sometimes we are busy with life and things get a little piled up around the homestead. Michael went right to the source, the garbage can.

Although the garbage can was emitting an unearthly scent, I personally think the combination of all the aforementioned items made some sort of super smell that might be documented as being able to prevent swine flu. We then began to systematically take apart the kitchen. Little by little the sink, island, dishwasher, garbage can, cat dishes, and pantry all returned to a more normal state of being. I lit some candles and all is well in the world. We are smelling only our pumpkin pie candle which is very pleasant.

Have and blessed and fragrant smelling evening and thanks for reading my 14th blog.