The Latest Lost in Suburbia Column: In Search of the Stinky Thing

“Ugh! What stinks?” asked my son pinching his nose. “It smells like something died in here!”

I glared at him. I had spent the past 20 minutes looking in every nook and cranny in the kitchen to find the source of the stink. I had gotten a whiff of it when I came downstairs to make breakfast, confident that the dog had done something unmentionable. But there was no evidence of a doggy felony anywhere and there were no obvious culprits in the fridge or elsewhere, either. Whatever it was, it threatened to tarnish my spotless reputation as a domestic goddess extraordinaire. Yes, my house looked clean. But it smelled like a hot day in an Odor Eaters testing site. Not an appealing smell unless you have a foot fetish…

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6 responses to “The Latest Lost in Suburbia Column: In Search of the Stinky Thing

  1. So is the hubby now sleeping with the dog?

  2. no doubt. He may not even realize the difference.

  3. AAAAHHHHH yes, flattery is everything isn’t it?

  4. I would banish him…

  5. Puts a whole new meaning to “cut the cheese”. :-) Hilarious!