Gripeo Numero Uno:
Something has died in our den,
we I can't find it
we I have looked under computers, pulled everything off the bookshelf, sprayed and vacummed the rug, changed all the pet bedding. Looked under my desk armed with lysol and sprayed everything for good measure. But it lingers It fucking lingers. I keep asking
honey the man I share office space with if he can still smell anything. Never mind he had two crowns put on and about 25 shots of novacaine today. He can't even feel his nose. He says yes but now it's got a floral scent. Floral/ mildew/pet pee/dead mouse whatever..
Gripeo Numero Dos:
Blogger going down at 4:30 PST for the past few days in a row. I sat down and wrote some long thought provoking posts (really they were great) and hit post. The error message flips up. Blogger Is Unavailable.... Not to mention all the lovely comments I tried to make on your blog, gone, gone, gone...
Gripeo Numero Uno:
4 comments:
ahhh the dreaded smell!
found it yet?
I hate that when you can't find what smells. It drives me crazy.
Have you found what it is causing it yet?
That's one of my biggest pet peeves - phantom smells. I call them phantom smells because once you've looked EVERYWHERE, where else could it be?
did you find the smell???
also, love that cute t-shirt.
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