The first post on house-wiferey will be dedicated to mystery smells, those odorous offenses that occasionally (I hope) torment our homes. Right now I am smelling a gym-sock smell in one corner of the living room and have yet to discover the source. This is probably a very inappropriate post for a blog, a bit sickening, not to mention boring and un-readable. I will probably never even post it. But on I write, wondering if anyone else has similar problems with mystery smells. I just know there is one little rolled up sweaty something stuffed somewhere hard to see, making me suffer. Making me check my own feet, making me spray the carpet with chemicals, dig under furniture and making me sneeze from dust bunny inhalation.
1 comment:
[Laughing out Loud!]
yes, I deal with offensive odors, too, from time to time. No gym socks, mostly wet dog.
What I find most curious are the times I smell something pleasing, like a fine perfume or flowers, and nothing of the sort is present.
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