Need proof I’m down here in the trenches with the rest of you? I recently had to play the game we all dread, What is THAT Smell?
I had isolated it to the kitchen, ruled out liquid potatoes (there’s a story for another day, rotten potatoes rank right with dead animals on the odor scale), I cleaned out the garbage disposal, emptied the trash, made sure nothing had fallen behind it, too.
Eventually I opened the cabinet under the sink, which still has toddler locks 1. Apparently, my oh-so-helpful children had been shoving wet rags through the tip out trays under the sink. Nice.
It had been three weeks since I’d had any reason to go under the sink, so who knows how long they had been putrefying. The real confession? I threw them out instead of using my own tips for mildew removal.
Life isn’t as perfect as we like to pretend. Magazines and television set standards most of us will never attain. No one’s home is perfect, unless they can afford staff and despite my plans of world domination, I’m not in that league. What about you?
The Sunday Confessional is open, you’re human, spill it.
1This is an affiliate link for a product I love. If you come to my house, you’ll notice the actual included magnet is long gone and we use a random magnet from an old hard drive. That’s how geeks roll.