Monday, June 13, 2011

Something terrible happened and I'll never be the same again


I was sniffing Chuck's pants to see if they were dirty and I wasn't looking at what I was sniffing and there was a dirty sock stuck to the velcro tab of his pants and I stuck my nose right into the meat of the sock and the odor—omigod the odor—I stumbled backwards and fell into the dresser and cried out loud—dear God I cried into the air— "How could a human being produce such an odor??" and then I collapsed onto the floor into a little ball and I stayed there. Weeping. Sobbing. Shaking.

I'll never smell again.

Never!

9 comments:

Brittney said...

Oh god that is terrible I never sniff I just assume its dirty Ive made that mistake in the past as well

Sparkling said...

i don't know what i'd do. i have such smell issues. i truly think it would burn a hole right through my brain. i am so very sorry for your loss. if only you could smell the roses outside my house right now.

Pricilla said...

You should spend some time in the chicken pen.....

NHGirl said...

Wow, I have the same problem in this house. I'm so sorry you had to come nose-to-sock with it!

Stacie said...

I thought I was going to read that you picked up Chuck's pants to smell them to see if they were dirty, and you smelled the butt or something.

But a stanky sock is just as bad.

I'm sorry.

Frogs in my formula said...

Now that would have been horrific.

Sara said...

Rule #5 I learned as wife to a man who goes commando...Pants on the floor mean they are dirty. Never sniff.

Lisa @ Boondock Ramblings said...

I'm no sorry! It's going to be OK. I can get the number of a therapist if you need it!

Marinka said...

OMG. Now I feel like I've smelled it too. It's like Odorama on your blog!

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