Thursday, November 6, 2008

Omg not another SMELL!!

Lately I've been noticing that there is a smell in the laundry room, and it is driving me nuts!! At first (thanks to my other smell experience) I thought it might be cat poop, so I ransacked the room, searched high and low -- no cat poop. Then I thought it could possibly be an old nasty wet towel that was slowly rotting to death somewhere in there. Tore through everything again - nothing. What the hell?!

So today I'm folding laundry down there, breathing through my mouth (which is just as bad because in science class one time, we learned that your taste buds play a huge part in smelling things; you're actually TASTING what you are smelling -- remember that next time your DH farts nearby). Then it hits me - OH MY FRIGGIN' GOD. Tyler had a huge stash of bait in the freezer and recently someone (not naming names but that person's name rhymes with Schmo) left the freezer door open a crack and everything in the door compartments thawed. And guess where all his bait was? Yep.

So when I remembered that, I yanked open the freezer to see if they were still in there -- no. Gone. And I have a SNEAKING suspicion that I know exactly where they are. In the trash can. In the laundry room. Right next to the dryer. Covered with layer upon layer of lint and used-up bounce sheets, but still exerting their evil power of decomposing, rotting STENCH all throughout the laundry room.

And I'll be DAMNED if I'm going to be the one who empties that trash can. Oh HELL no. But, as I told Tyler the other day (making sure the kids were close enough to hear), "Honey, you agreed when we had kids that the whole reason we wanted FOUR was because we needed slaves to do our every bidding." Muahahahahahahaha!!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey Beau, I laughed so hard at this and it inspired me to blog my very, very simmilar situation! It is weird how the exact same thing once happened to me. Oh and our snakes are with Bonnie and Walter out near Sylvan being well cared for.

Anonymous said...

So when we lived in the apartment, Curtis and I had gone out for a bit and when we came back my carpet was moving... He had left his fishing bag in the living room and the cat (allen) and the dog (columbo) had gotten into it and there was maggots everywhere. It was the most disgusting thing ever, I culd have killed him...What an ass, yet here we are still with them, who are the dumb ones? Miss you

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