The other day I came home and Mike had just started the dishwasher and I swear to God it smelled like he just poured bleach all over the floor. My eyes started watering and I ran to open up all the windows and doors (thank god for the Ellensburg wind). Of course now Mike uses this as an excuse to never do the dishes - like he is doing me a favor.
Most recently I was sitting on the couch (I know, it is a shocker, I seem to be spending a lot of time on the couch these days) and I kept asking Mike if he smelled "that?" Of course he says no and looks at me like I am crazy - so supportive. After a while I realized that Pickle was under my chair and she was the source of the smell. Yup, she had a great day rolling around in the dirt and getting worm slime all over her. She was proud, I was gagging. The girls have had bath time much more frequently in the past few weeks, that is for sure.
Ok, those are just two examples of my stellar snout these days. Maybe I should work with the drug sniffing dogs at the airport?
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