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:
Oh god that is terrible I never sniff I just assume its dirty Ive made that mistake in the past as well
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.
You should spend some time in the chicken pen.....
Wow, I have the same problem in this house. I'm so sorry you had to come nose-to-sock with it!
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.
Now that would have been horrific.
Rule #5 I learned as wife to a man who goes commando...Pants on the floor mean they are dirty. Never sniff.
I'm no sorry! It's going to be OK. I can get the number of a therapist if you need it!
OMG. Now I feel like I've smelled it too. It's like Odorama on your blog!
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