It's in the garage. And it's bad.I'm talking about THE SMELL. The odor. The weird aroma, which is saying it nicely, that lingers somewhere in our garage. We don't know what it is. And worse...We can't find it.The best way to describe this stomach-churning scent is that it smells like curdled milk. Kind of like the odor that hits you in the face when you've left a sippy cup of milk in a car in the August heat. Mmmmm.Greg and I have searched on separate occasions. Searched together. And we come up with nothing.Over the past couple of days, I've noticed that it isn't as bad as it was a week ago. Which could only mean one thing...I've just gotten used to it.
Friday, September 19, 2008
What Is It?
It's in the garage. And it's bad.I'm talking about THE SMELL. The odor. The weird aroma, which is saying it nicely, that lingers somewhere in our garage. We don't know what it is. And worse...We can't find it.The best way to describe this stomach-churning scent is that it smells like curdled milk. Kind of like the odor that hits you in the face when you've left a sippy cup of milk in a car in the August heat. Mmmmm.Greg and I have searched on separate occasions. Searched together. And we come up with nothing.Over the past couple of days, I've noticed that it isn't as bad as it was a week ago. Which could only mean one thing...I've just gotten used to it.
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Deb, I'm afraid you probably heve either a dead mouse or bird in your gargae wall somewhere!
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